Recognize Eternity Again

The petals of the heart are stained with grief

As autumn's chill the bright and tainted leaf

Once vibrant now falls listlessly to earth.

Is there but one account of human worth

Or does the soul return upon the spring,

Its instrument the body made to sing

And dance the long dance upon the grave

Of doubt, desire and all that would enslave,

To repeat no more the trite and hackneyed score

Of tired songs so often sung before,

The well-trod lanes of trampled innocence

Resist for paths of God-experience.

A Strong surrender seems the only way

To loose death's grip and break into the day

Of ever-flowing light, relieved of pain

And recognize eternity again.

First published in Mother India - October 2004