-087_Krishna's Coming Krishna's Coming   Around my heart I set gold trellis, And hung the roof with filligree, For Krishna of the myriad splendours Was coming with his pageantry;   I wove a golden fairy-netting, And worked it in with jewelry, For Krishna of the shining joy-songs Was coming in his pomp to me.   Ah, everything and everywhere I decked with pearl and diamond lace, With exquisite and quiet care  To fashion a chamber for his Grace.   When all was ready, the fire bright, Love's silent sacrificial flame, I sat within its rapturous light Awaiting him. And...yes, He came. Page-87

Winds of Sense   All the stupid winds of sense Rush their gates in ceaseless flow, To reach the four directions whence The universal life-breaths blow;   And passion-haunted, passion-roused, Storm through the world in idiot glee, In wrecking restlessness unhoused And falling in the nether sea.   From there in frantic shapes again They rise and cloud the heart and mind; Till dark delirium racks the brain And black fires turn the vision blind.   The wise of soul all close the gates, And fasten them against that night; The fool of life but dissipates The beauty of his Love's delight. Page-123

Blue Silence   Now all is over and done, No vagrant dreams arise, The magic of moon and sun Is lost within the skies.   Now all is gathered peace Within the heart's white cave, The calm of shining seas Uncreased by wind or wave.   Within these solitudes No drunk earth-voices come, Only blue silence broods In caverns lone and dumb. Page-73

Rift and Reconciliation   Measuring the unfound thought I founder; there is no measure within these mind-scapes; there is no leisure, no time to stand or understand...wild shapes intermingle, make quick rhyme with oddly gestures; wriggle, chuckle through heart-holes or arrow-shoot through will, chill, chuck and hoot the reasOn-formings, storming the well-pieced, well-collected, respected sentiments of old; of old — hell-priced, well-delecting intellect in their lolled indifferences. O crack, O smash through these perversions; Think straight, think swift; Rift of ages between will and desire links u