A Diamond Is Born

Art thou weary my soul ?

With cares weighing thee down

And heat that oppress sore ?

Ah ! Take heart, tell thyself

Thou hast a mother.

The weight that thou feelest,

The heaviness of her embrace

The heat but its warmth

In earth's warm bosom

Lies a lump of coal

And lo, a diamond's born !

Grieve thou not, my soul

Thy mother gathers thee

Into her loving folds

Nestle thou in her warmth

Stir thou not my soul

Rest thou in peace sweet

And then thou shall wake up

A jewel on her heart

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Fear thou not my soul,

Sure, darkness is afore

But lift up thy eyes

And thou shall see the light

That shines beyond the darkness

The light white and austere

(For, Sarada is her name)

The dark is but thy shadow

Thrown by thy grossness

Ah, if only thou wouldst shed !

But never mind, if thou can't.

Turn thee from thy shadow

And behold the Mother within

Wouldn't thou ? Ah, never mind,

She's behind thee sure

And draws thee to her close

A day will come

When thou wouldst wake up

And find thy grossness gone

And mother within and out.

16.3.1985; T.C. Ist year

Aftermath of the Hiranya.... decision