Vision

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Vision

Poem

An unfinished painting by The Mother

Across a wide pure expanse of space,
Stretching through heart a large terrain
Of clarified spirit glistening with nectar
And heaven voices with deep chimes ringing,
Fronting a procession of the Suns
Arriving to witness an auspicious hour’s birth;
Solemn impassive Gods now wore a smile,
Amiable Vishnu and a rare agreeable Rudra,
Many-Limbed Agni, Pathfinder, and Sarama, Dawn-Hound,
Vayu, Animator-Prana, and Varuna, Space-Maker,
And Indra, Harvester of Lightnings, Possessor of Illumination.
Then the young Twin-Suns with a blinding black radiance,
A black luminescence pregnant with transmutation-
A girl, a fierce earth-shattering beauty, Kāli,
And a boy whose sole sweetness could sustain all, Krishnā,
Trooped into the scene of that divine hour. 
All human tongues lay still in that splendour,
All human speech found not its voice,
To utter in words that unspeakable glory,
An awe-struck heart lay felled in silence
And heavy burden of bliss the Gods showered.