Silent by the Samadhi

January, 10, 2003

Today among white lotuses were strewn
The jasmine, the hibiscus and the rose.
Beneath the pale and opalescent moon
I saw the sorrowed past behind us close

And stood among a thousand pilgrim feet
Who worshipped in a still and sacred place
Beneath the Tree's protecting limbs to meet
The soul and bear the touch of God's embrace

Or solace find awhile from earthly pains,
To still the traffic of the mind and cease
All separateness and pull of ancient strains,
The loss of love to death, the loss of peace,

And silent in the still and fragrant night
Awake to beauty hidden from outward eyes
And joys untold that wait the inward sight,
This world remake to vie with Paradise.