The Habitat Divine

November 17 2010

I laughed and through my laughter I grew young

And heard again the strange and haunting call.

It seemed a flute from far-off India

Or choir from the snow-clad Russian steppes,

A cricket song slowed down to human years

Or a thousand sacred voices chanting OM.

I heard the future music drifting down

Through bodies numberless aspiring,

Transforming and uniting by its force

Of love the unhealed grievances of life.

I sang as one enchanted and I knew

That beauty would survive the Kaliyug,

Enlightened souls bring down the heavens here

All earth become the habitat divine.