By the Bengal Sea

September 27, 2010

Midnight passes and still I cannot sleep

The spinning mind like a young child’s top,

A channel for a thousand thoughts that keep

Repeating endlessly and will not stop.

Only the meditative poise can cease

The turbulent remembrances that turn

Like revolving doors inhibiting the peace

That is my spirit’s need, for which I yearn.

The year is changing and the lake turns grey

With waves that seem to emulate my mind.

I ask for silence and in silence pray

That somewhere deep with my soul I’ll find

The truth of me and why I came to earth

If not to grow towards divinity

And all I can in this stupendous birth;

To hear again the call that came to me

From a sacred Ashram by the Bengal sea.