Surrender

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Surrender

Sonnet

Here to clutch, there to let go 
Morals are half-blind, little do they know.
The bumbling mind and its plans obtuse
Is little match for the Asura’s ruse.

All methods of the prophets of old
Dead now lie with their authors cold.
Heaven-light and hell-shade are here in mixture 
No one rule to follow or a sole scripture.

Heart’s bhakti, mind’s gnana or Hatha’s kriya
Are only partial formulae of the Divine’s Yoga.
Only the all-knowing Fire and Prakriti
Know the sacred ways through every plane’s necessity.

But there is too the royal road of surrender
To let all life and being be scripted by Her!