After the OM Choir at Savitri Bhavan

The owlsscreech and break the halting peace

As cricketsbegin their nightly symphony

And scatteron the winds their mouthless song.

I have seentonight my spirit's destiny

And thoughthe evenings' offering is done

I hear theOM resound within my soul.

This sacredmusic soaring to the One

Who called us here, each to fill his role

To bring the heavens down with God's assent,

Into the human form awakening

The sleeper in his house of rest and dream.

Immortalvoices of the angels bring

New music to the aspiring soul on earth,

To tune the heart of man to Krishna's flute,

A rapture and a vision to impart,

Give voice to that which still in us is mute.