Ashram Visit Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

Ashram Visit

The backlit leaves translucent as the flowers
Shimmer above the shining silver lake.
Soon my days will shorten into hours
For the spirit's journey I must undertake,
Reluctantly depart the falling year
And the colour-burdened beauty that I love
For the hour of my soul draws near
And the call to consciousness towards which I move.
The birds alight to eat the ripened fruit
And a warbler spins his dreams of spring
In silver chords as from a silver lute.
Earth now fulfilled in its hued offering
Soon will sleep and late will I return
When wake once more the million buds of spring
As blossoms through the earthly carpet burn
And all the universe begins to sing
Of life's renewal. My soul shall celebrate
Its green renascence having lived again
The Ashram life among the yogic great,
The offered ones, holy without stain.