I sit by her in the evening's solitude
Broken only by the cawing crows
No longer can I speak of this or that
For nothing is true the mental being knows.
I am lacking in the soul experience
And cannot say just where the psychic is
But reading with her in this simple light
I know that this and surely only this
Is real. I feel the presence of a seer
As the sun-bright day glides slowly into night,
Beside me voicing wisdom, heart to heart
One who has achieved the inner sight,
A captain on the voyage of her soul
Devotion, love, surrender in her eyes,
And kindliness and humble reverence
Aware that soon the body's fragile ties
Will sever and she will be free from pain
To kneel before the Lord of Life again.