[Nonny Gayley] Agra, January 31, 1939.
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Thy breath against my cheek |
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I feel so warm. |
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The tenderness of Thine embrace |
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is as a zephyr in its gentleness. |
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Oh let me feel Thy kiss |
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upon my eyelids, so, |
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then will I know |
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my eyes are opened to the Truth |
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and I behold Thee, dear. |
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Once, when Thou hadst gone away, |
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the pain within my heart |
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was so intense |
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| That I could feel the warm blood | |
drop, drop and it did |
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| ease my agony . . . | |
Among the multitude of men |
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I see |
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no one but Thee; |
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I feel apart with Thee, |
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although apparently |
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cognizant of all around. |
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In everything I see Thy face |
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and every moment feel |
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the warmth of Thy great love |
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holds me secure. |
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While the rhythm of |
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Indian music |
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chants and sways I see |
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Thee, all holy |
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clothed in robes of purest white. |
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In solitude I write to Thee letters, |
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across the earth |
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as one great page, yet |
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not large enough |
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to tell Thee all |
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within my heart. |
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Thy silence holds me! |
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and I feel |
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All Thou wouldst have me |
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understand. |
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How Thy people love Thee |
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| they call Thee Avatar | |
and they, too, worship Thee. |
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But there exists 'tween Thee and me |
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a bond so strong |
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that nothing on this earth |
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can sever it . . . |
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My Life I give to Thee |
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in reverence to serve, |
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and at Thy feet |
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to lie in humbleness |
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of heart for this |
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great privilege. |
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Some day when Thou wilt raise me |
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from the dust and |
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on a pure white stone |
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show me my name |
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inscribed |
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Into Thine eyes my eyes will gaze |
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and for the first time see Thee, |
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God. |
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