An Immaculate Contemplation

Where art my reminiscence from the bygone births?

Where art those prudent clouds that drench my arid earth?

Seek not I these mundane wealth; seek not I all pearls;

I seek the hoary remnants all; as my life unfurls.

I long to learn the roots of life; the azoic hues I held,

Where hath life for me began? What soul in me hath dwelled?

Seek not I thy maiden warmth; seek not I thy lust,

I seek the words that bask in truth and thrive in immaculate trust.

The earth that made the rose; made me with her arms;

Brimming in the winds of life; I savoured her sublime charms.

Death shall bring no end; tis soul that wears the flesh,

Tis soul that carries the cage and flaunts in each ephemeral face.

I seek to cherish the thoughts that bear my quondam forms,

I yearn to cognise truth amid the fugacious storms.

A human was not I; perhaps an ant or ape,

Might have wandered I; across the barren landscape.

Let me drink the drops from the noetic clouds,

Let me seek my face amid the mortal crowd.

Tis a voyage of soul through frowns and smiling faces,

Through storms and tranquil air; it hath conquered places.

Fear not I the winds; fear not I the storms, 

I fear my wilted heart gasping in nescient forms.

It knows not what dust it holds; quivering the glooms of death, 

Death holds all that's true; a land of immaculate faith.

My soul is an eternal form; Tis all the winds fed me,

But the crowning truth is what I seek from thee.

Time shall walk past leas; time shall carry the dust,

And I shall return again; as another face on crust.