To One Who Cultivates Her Self -Dedicated To Rupsi Roy Between light and shade , Phantasm and apparent , The secluded commotion , Sleeps . And body the temple bears , The remotest Azure , And dipping dip in the crystal one Feels , You dearest daughter ,perhaps are acquainted , With the flash of the mid-night Sun , Or the roaring thunder in fresh daylight , Or the forest or sea-waves in awakening sleep , Be sure , those are not passing dreams ,please , Keep . Nature within comes out ,-the without fades , The Brahmin manifests in the subtle body , And the profuse delight ,more of tsunami , Visits .
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 17:55:07 +0000