Poetry

When I Cast All Dreams Away

I sipped the sap of each sane pleasure;
I exulted in the crushed beauty of sextillion stars;
I made a bonfire of all sorrows and basked in the glory blaze;
I quaffed the questing love of all hearts;
I mingled paternal, maternal, and fraternal love together,
And drank the solacing draught;
I squeezed the scriptures for drops of peace;
I wrung poems from the winepress of Nature;
I lifted gems from the mine of thoughts;
I stole the sweetness from the honeycomb of innocent joys;
I read, I smiled, I worked, I planned, I throbbed, I aspired;
But naught was sufficient.
Only nightmares of incompleteness,
Ever receding will-o�-the wisps of promised happiness,
Haunted and hastened my heart.
But when I cast all dreams away,
I found the deep sanctuary of peace,
And my soul sang: �God alone! God alone!�

Undying Beauty

They did their best
And they are blest-
The sap, the shoots,
The little leaves and roots;
The benign breath,
The touch of light �
All worked in amity
To grow the rose�s beauty.
Watch its splendour,
Its undying grandeur,
The Infinite Face
That peeps through its little case.
Watch not in grief
Its falling petals or its brief
Sojourn here;
For its career
Done, its duty ends;
Toward the Immortal�s home it tends.
The sap dried,
The summer petals fled,
Its body pines;
Yet its death�s divine;
Through the death it spurns
Its deathless glory�s won;
The rose is dead �
Its beauty lives instead.

- P.Yogananda

She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that�s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow�d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair�d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o�er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o�er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win. the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

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My Garden

We all must tend the garden of life
That flourishes in our hearts,
Weeding, Feeding, Reaping, Sowing
The flora therein by parts.

For each part the gardener decides
What its fate will be:
To run rampant where the flower may choose
Or be carried off with the breeze.

To you I said, "Run rampant and free!"
Your roots spread and grew.
While the aroma wafted up, we heard
The breeze whisper, "I love you."
Poem by Rachelli

 

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