Undying Births

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Undying Births

Poem — An Invocation To The Master #385

My drifting tread hath gained new ground
Beyond the shores of the five senses, 
Thought and vision and touch and sound
And taste my being now slowly exceeds.

On a skiff over subtle waters I now drift
Hugging the coasts of gross matter,
On a breath of whim I am cast adrift
Like a reluctant sailor with an unfamiliar oar.

These waters bear semblance of old shores
With speech and memories and regrets raw,
No compass of will or aspiration here works
For here is only fiefdom of an unknown law.

As at birth I bawled and clung to maternal teat
Whilst a far heard voice my fears soothed,
So I cling in subtle space to Thy paternal feet
Dreaming Thou singest for me lullabies of gold.

Besides Thee I shall dwell in a cocoon of repose
And shall wake in Thy gaze for the undying births.