A Requiescat in  Pace

Speed forth, O Soul! upon thy star-strewn path ;
Speed, blissful one! where thought is ever free,
Where time and space no longer mist the view,
Eternal peace and blessings be with thee!

Thy service true, complete thy sacrifice,
Thy home the heart of love transcendent find ;
Remembrance sweet, that kills all space and time,
Like altar roses fill thy place behind!

Thy bonds are broke, thy quest in bliss is found,
And one with That which comes as Death and Life ;
Thou helpful one! unselfish e’er on earth,
Ahead! still help with love this world of strife!

To The Awakened India

Swami Vivekananda
Once more awake!
For sleep it was, not death, to bring thee life
Anew, and rest to lotus-eyes for visions
Daring yet. The world in need awaits, O Truth!
No death for thee!
Resume thy march,
With gentle feet that would not break the
Peaceful rest even of the roadside dust
That lies so low. Yet strong and steady,
Blissful, bold, and free. Awakener, ever
Forward! Speak thy stirring words.
Thy home is gone,
Where loving hearts had brought thee up and
Watched with joy thy growth. But Fate is strong—
This is the law—all things come back to the source
They sprung, their strength to renew.
Then start afresh
From the land of thy birth, where vast cloud-belted
Snows do bless and put their strength in thee,
For working wonders new. The heavenly
River tune thy voice to her own immortal song ;
Deodar shades give thee eternal peace.
And all above,
Himala’s daughter Umâ, gentle, pure,
The Mother that resides in all as Power
And Life, who works all works and
Makes of One the world, whose mercy
Opens the gate to Truth and shows
The One in All, give thee untiring
Strength, which is Infinite Love.
They bless thee all,
The seers great, whom age nor clime
Can claim their own, the fathers of the
Race, who felt the heart of Truth the same,
And bravely taught to man ill-voiced or
Well. Their servant, thou hast got
The secret—’tis but One.
Then speak, O Love!
Before thy gentle voice serene, behold how
Visions melt and fold on fold of dreams
Departs to void, till Truth and Truth alone
In all its glory shines—
And tell the world—
Awake, arise, and dream no more!
This is the land of dreams, where Karma
Weaves unthreaded garlands with our thoughts
Of flowers sweet or noxious, and none
Has root or stem, being born in naught, which
The softest breath of Truth drives back to
Primal nothingness. Be bold, and face
The Truth! Be one with it! Let visions cease,
Or, if you cannot, dream but truer dreams,
Which are Eternal Love and Service Free.

Back to Autumn 2022.

Angels Unawares

One bending low with load of life–
That meant no joy, but suffering harsh and hard–
And wending on his way through dark and dismal paths
Without a flash of light from brain or heart
To give a moment’s cheer, till the line
That marks out pain from pleasure, death from life,
And good from what is evil was well-nigh wiped from sight,
Saw, one blessed night, a faint but beautiful ray of light
Descend to him. He knew not what or wherefrom,
But called it God and worshipped.
Hope, an utter stranger, came to him and spread
Through all his parts, and life to him meant more
Than he could ever dream and covered all he knew,
Nay, peeped beyond his world. The Sages
Winked, and smiled, and called it “superstition”.
But he did feel its power and peace
And gently answered back–
“O Blessed Superstition!”

Back to Autumn 2020

Kali the Mother

The stars are blotted out,
The clouds are covering clouds,
It is darkness vibrant, sonant,
In the rolling whirling wind.
Are the souls of a million lunatics,
Just loosed from the prison-house,
Wrenching trees by the roots,
Sweeping all from the path.
The sea has joined the fray,
And swirls up mountain-waves,
To reach the pitchy sky,
The flash of lurid light.
Reveals on every side,
A thousand, thousand shades,
Of death begrimed and black…..
Scattering plagues and sorrows.
Dancing mad with joy,
Come, Mother, come!
For terror is Thy name,
Death is in Thy breath.
And every shaking step,
Destroy a world for e’er,
Thou “Time”, the All-Destroyer!
Come, O Mother, come!
Who dares misery love,
And hug the form of Death,
Dance in Destruction’s dance
To him the Mother comes.

Ka Mei Kali

La pynkylla khasi da I Bah P S Lyngdoh

Ki lyoh slap ki tap ïa ki lyoh,
Dei ka jingdum ba tyngshaiñ phyrnai, ba kyrhuh,
Ha ka jingtyllun ka lyer ba siaw wiaw-wiaw.
Dei ki mynsiem jong ki milian ki riew anna,
Tang ba la duh noh na ka iing set byndi,
Ba jynrat ïa ki dieng naduh tynrai,
Da kaba sar naphang ïa baroh na ka lynti iaid.
Ka duriaw ka la iasnoh kti ha ka jingiabeh thong,
Bad ka paswut shajrong lum kum lat-lat,
Ban poi sha ka sahit bneng ba kah dum,
Ka jingtyngshaiñ ka jingshai baphyrnai.
Kaba pynpaw ha baroh ki liang,
Da ki hajar, hajar ki syrngiew jingkah dum
Jong ka jingiap ba pyn-i kynsha bad ba-iongngit…
Ka jingpang khlam ba saphriang kylleng bad ki jingsngewsih.
Ka da shad lamwir lem bad ka jingkmen,
Ale, Mei, ale!
Naba long ba sngew shyrkhei ka kyrteng Jongpha,
—Ka Jingiap long ka jingring-pynhiar mynsiem Jongpha,
Bad ha man ki synjam bakhynñiuh,
Ba pynjot ïa ka pyrthei junom bhor,
“Ka por” Jong Pha, ka Nongpynjot-ia baroh!
Ale, Ko Mei, ale!
Mano ba shlan ïa ka jingieid ba pynsngewsih,
Bad kdup ha ka dur jong ka Jingiap,
Shad ha ka Jingshad ba pynjot noh,
Ha u te I Mei i wan.