Truths We Cannot See

What wakes in vision are truths we cannot see

When mind is occupied with worldly things

And dreams are visions too but once removed,

Those hidden glimpses of eternity.

The sunlight bathes my soul in lambent rays,

The forests call me to their dense retreat,

The morning sings to me its hymn of praise

And earth's green swards beckon my pilgrim feet.

Of earth's demand for beauty I am moved

And perfection latent in all descended here,

And from some inner eye the golden-hooved

Stallion bears the flaming Kalki near.

Peace comes on me as a Mother's gentle hand,

An inner rapture steals the heart to bliss

I suffer beauty to transform the self

And wait in silence for the Lover's kiss.