(Rondeau)
Divine Musings – 18
Mercy on me O Swamy, mercy on me!
From where descended I; the high acme
to deep nadir; from redolent expanse
to dark cavern; from heavenly romance
to earthly drab. Alas, all bliss did flee!
Not long ago, I lived in Thee, and Thee
in me; we together gleaned the cosmic glee.
But now ebbing from séance, I look askance.
Mercy on me!
The weed of old desires still blights my lea
and hover shades of Maya’s canopy.
May be some remnant vice or teasing nuance
…thy holy grace alone at last can lance.
Mercy on me!