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Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Early Poems_1960s/Dark Night of the Soul.htm
Dark Night of the Soul
Where art thou who art everywhere
Where is the seeker, where the goal?
In this black night comes there no light
To warm the winter of my soul?
Repeat the triune questioning
The words that rumble o'er earth's grave
Where am I in this holocaust
My life, my love, thy hands that save?
From dark to dark I travel on
With ignorance to pave the way,
All turns would take me far from Thee
To shadowed fields where the evil play.
Come clear ray of God, descend
And to Thy touch this branch shall bend.
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Early Poems_1960s/Sonnet to the Divine Mother.htm
Sonnet to the Divine
Mother
In
starswept silences the winds will blend
Bright
flowers born of heaven's haunting hues
Great
mother-blooms from summit scapes descend
And
all Thy timeless, fragrant love imbues.
Earthman
the awesome stillness calls thy heights
And
beckoning angels imprint the clay and sand
While
motionless thou liest in stillborn nights
And
wait the touch of Truth and Her command.
A
liquid voice beyond our knowing calls
To
witness worlds th
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Early Poems_1960s/Human Progress.htm
Human Progress
Upon these jewelled
cities I gaze
Passing from state to
state,
Wondering at the might
of man,
His greatness, his love
and his boundless hate.
Deserts abound without
and within,
Ghost towns and El
Dorado's
Moments of magic and
moments of sin,
Our feet in the
mire, our hand on the rose.
Supplication
Why does not silence come with gentle hand
To guide the errant step and countermand
Desire and the darkened light of mind
And in the heart the secret answer find.
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Early Poems_1960s/Prince of Dust.htm
Prince of Dust
What will Thou in me behold
When aspiration's fire's cold
And all Thy love could little mould
Such seething spirit young, yet old.
Pergolas of fantasy
Appear in twilight's shadow-streams
Image of unreality
Vague conjurer of empty dreams.
A prince of dust and breeze I fly
Borne on morning's magic's clouds
Passing earth's exigencies
Clothed in ancient winding shrouds.
On dark peripheries of mind
I wait the emptiness of space
In life's entanglement I find
No constant turn towa
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Early Poems_1960s/Liquidambar Tree.htm
Liquidambar Tree*
Sheer
white cotton velvet dream
Still
in the silent solar blaze
Laser-cut
of a sun-sure beam
Etching
the outline of your days.
Seed
adornments - a pendant mace
Dries
brown to take its winged flight,
Soft
o'er my head your movements trace
The blessing fields of summer's rite.
A
rustle now, the silken breeze
In
tender motion moves the trees
And
me to a blue celestial hour,
Rapt
in heaven's fragrant bower.
*
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Early Poems_1960s/Lift the Pall of Night.htm
Lift the Pall of Night
Break
through the ingrained centuries rutted curve
That
joins us to the acts we would not cease,
And
chains shored that forge with new-found
strength
And
bind us to the fate we would escape.
There
pass before us shades of promises
Unkept,
decisions dead, a panoply
Of
work unfinished, realized not until
A door close upon our vain desires.
And
though we accept our walls we somehow know
An
hour shall sweep away millenniums,
Re-align
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Early Poems_1960s/Poem to The Mother.htm
Poem to The Mother
We seek the secrets our hurried lives obscure,
The long and laboured voyage must endure
As on an inner sea alive with fire,
We breathe not air that lighter paths inspire.
For strength is mete to those unbending souls
Who yearn with outstretched arms to higher climb
And see in you the secret answer found,
The omnipotent cosmologist of time.
Clear ray of timeless beauty ever born
Give now the foundling spirit inspired speech
And hasten with Thy smile the sunlit days
So to thy feet our arms outstretched may reach.
In every breast a mighty murmur break
That calls through aspiring heart the soul to wake.
We bow before thee,
Fragments
Leaves of old forgotten deeds
Scattered vaguely around,
Banyan-trees of memories
Filling mind's groves abound.
The Dawning
Where feet of light would wander not
Far past the erring ways I've trod;
Though minuscule my steps have been,
No path from me was wholly barred.
When inspiration's fire grew cold
And muses knocked in summons vain
Desperate at my deafened door,
I lay asleep in dreams of pain.
But now my childhood's fears have fled
And calm approaches slow and still
Light bursts within my heart,
Thy Presence in me renews my will.
A spirit-peace descends on me
As white rain on my blossoming soul
A coruscating crystal-fire
On a sun-burst sea