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At the Feet of The Mother

XI. 3. POETRY — The Music of Silence

The Music of Silence


I have seized your soul, mighty Spirit of Time!
Now the sky veers around, iridescent in the cataract of sun-rays,
Creating the magic city of limpid Even-tide,
I wandered along river banks seeking to attune my heart-strings
To the murmur and music of life voiced by her rippling waves:
Night infinite descended with silent steps,
Casting the shadow of her coronet
Upon the wide sky, flinging the hem of her robe,
Laying down the soft darkness upon earth’s expanse.
Her eyes lost in thought,
In this vast Night, plunged in the contemplation of the supreme Void,
The dark Mother of the world in her ascetic mood lies in utter trance:
She draws deep into her bosom all creatures stilled in peace,
She plays her role of goddess Sleep,
Comes and silences the Life’s noise and its ceaseless play.
Now is the honeyed banquet of stillness,
The crowded stars like bees innumerable have flown out and gathered in the heavens:
To smear with the rays of light the hearts of creatures,
The luminous amphora of cooling ecstasy,
The Moon, floats up in the night bejewelled with stars.
In this darkness illumined by dream-moonlight
The little human soul of mine
I have drowned into this infinite Life
And have heard the music of Silence.

(Archives, April 1978)


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