Blessed  Interval

 




Is there a moment that never stops
always there where the pendulum drops?
For I would let the clock unwind,
observe my thoughts that they might cease
until such measures  of my brain
might let the brass there
hang in peace, when future
and the past, no more
would block me at that open door :
The other side is Krishnaji
who sits and stays with what he knows
and how he quells his body – mind
as if this world were never here-
to leave it for the Astral  sphere,
and how he steals beyond my gloom
what soil gives to the lotus bloom ;
his thoughts like soldiers absent here
are now, well under his control,
in rising well beyond the hour
returning like a lost patrol ;
with sunrise on his parade
his soul  makes shadow for my shade.