“Om, let growing Brahman expand”
If there are new birds in the sky
You can be sure flowers will bloom;
Real-ideas will take wings
Up and down and each where to zoom.
To the poem will come swift words,
Fateful vastnesses in the small;
Great rhythms swayed by thrilled spondees
Will rush with a silent footfall.
Mysteries will unfold swiftly
In measures undefined by thought;
Dreams too will know the why of sleep,
Sky by peregrine falcon sought.
And calm will the thunder resound:
“Om, let growing Brahman expand.”
There’s in this substance something deep
To walk with spirit hand in hand.
Initiator of deathlessness
Will pour a Ganges from the sun;
Mystic wine in bright living jars
Will be truth-joy by body won.
24 May 2026

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