January 13 Bonne Fête à Nolini da
NOLINI-DA [February 9, 1984]
A calm infinity covered his face
As if a golden rod had cloven the clouds:
His flame dissolved in the vast of the Mother-Flame.
A brow of Indra glowing with mid-day blaze,
A subtle sense that seized rhythms of the farthest Word,
His life, a Virgilian song to the august sun,
A canticle and a prayer brightly enriched
In meaning of the birth of the Supreme.
Now, as though some inner door opened to Fate,
Burns the occult fire withdrawn into trance.
Grief crying in darkness for light lifted its eyes,
But the quivering of a million sounds
Disappears into a luminous sea.
Between the silence and the Unknowable
He rests, a faint glimmering ridge of Thought
Where Eternity stepped towards human Time.
February 9, 1984
[Published in Mother India March 1984:
Featured Image: Group Photo along with Nolini-da November 1982, students who have completed the Higher Course and will be leaving the Centre of Education. I am at the extreme right next to Nirod-da,
The Winds of Wonder 
Leave a comment