EACH TIME MY ASPIRATION ASCENDS
Each time my aspiration ascends
I clearly see two things:
The assurance of my inner revolution
And the confidence of my outer resolution.
(6283)
In these poems the audience remains concealed but the speaking voice itself, the lyric “I” that is the source of the poem, attains to a wider and wider universality. The poet is subsumed by the soul of humanity and the distinctness of his vision is caught up into this eternal life. Although these poems are engendered by a lyrical awareness, they cannot be contained within the individual consciousness. The “I” that brings them into being constantly dissolves into the many:
ONE CODE OF LIFE
There is but one philosophy:
God can be seen
With my aspiration-cry.
There is but one religion:
My life’s sunrise begins
With God’s Compassion-Beauty.
There is but one code of life:
I live to love God.
God lives to purify me and perfect me,
So that He can hoist His Victory-Banner
In the battlefield of my life.
(599)
The poet lifts us on the strong wing of his lyric hymn to the summits of awareness. He declares that his clear seeing is ours also. He endows us with vision.
At times the universal soul sings through the poet reminding us of the lyric’s intimate connection with music:
A MOMENT OF INSPIRATION
A moment of inspiration
Powerfully feeds my aspiration-flames.
A moment of aspiration
Unmistakably expedites my realisation-sun.
(364)
Poems such as this one have an indefinable lightness of form and phrasing, an inner musical urge that imparts to the words an air of artless simplicity. The poet is transformed into minstrel and we, the listening audience, would seem to be spread at his feet entranced by his tales of the soul. At times it is a rapturous or ecstatic mood that wells up in the sweetness of song:
THE SHRINE OF MY HEART
Not fear,
Not worry,
Not doubt,
But aspiration-flames
Will today adorn
The shrine of my heart.
(3201)
The poet’s song surges up out of an inward gladness. The promise of “aspiration-flames” has given him abundant spiritual joy. The natural fulfilment of this joy is when the soul is engulfed by God:
MY CHOICE
Aspiration is my choice.
Dedication is my choice.
Perfection is my choice.
Therefore
God has allowed me
To hear His Voice
Here, there, all-where.
(305)