The Winds of Wonder

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Burns the occult fire withdrawn into trance.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:

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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,