Poem

Deep ancient longings transformed
into bliss by one look, one gaze
from the Master Supreme.

My soul is pierced by Your gaze,
oh beloved Master.
My heart yearns for You
in the still of the night...

Restless dreams visit my troubled mind.
Fleeting images of the Beloved
impress themselves on my love struck soul.

Dawn brings forgetfulness
of that beauteous face...
How I long to see it again!

That vision of transcending beauty,
that vision that left me utterly
defenseless, utterly lost in Your presence...
How I long for it...

Oh Master,
You are the whisper in the trees,
gently carrying autumn leaves.
You are the peals of thunder,
tearing my iron clad heart asunder.
You are the winter snow,
pure white with radiant glow.
You are the flowers of spring,
a promise of new songs to sing.
You are the summer rain,
easing life's bitter-sweet pain.
You are the noon day sun,
bringing warmth to everyone.
You are the moon at night,
romancing lovers in flight.
You are the stars in the sky,
sweet kisses that never say goodbye.


Your voice, so full of love and grace
for this the human race.
Since ancient times began..
You vowed to take us home again

By Brother Llewellin ,Cape Town ,South Africa