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*June, 1982.
“It seems
The closest I get
To those wells
That may one day pour
Into
This substance
I am
The most parched and
Sterile
The life of
Me
Becomes.
This world surely
Is meant for Unity.
Yet on its way
Our means to relate
Are mere tricks
That ache.
Blessed blind
Are those who will
Enjoy
A place and a role
When shattered and undone
Are the rays
Of a creation
Past
And now still
Clinging contrarily”
*June, 1982, To Ajneyam Auragni.
“I have been calling you, needing your
Sameness,
Aching for that current of
Awareness
Between
Incarnations
I have been yearning for your eyes
Wide
And brimming with
The secret of our souls,
I have been searching for
Stray signals of
Recognition
Silent, direct,
Immediate
And free,