THE MOTHER Of TWELVE-FOLD SUNS
Luminous, above, a peak-gaze of the infinite,
She stands wrapped in a cloak of limitless day,
Alone sharing His grand measureless light-
Goddess of suptrnal ray-
The Mother of twelve-fold suns !
A marvellous span diamond-brilliant, nude,
Mateless, single, ever-stupendous, free,
She guards within Her shadowless solitude
The truth-sight of eternity,
The Mother of twelve-fold suns !
Beyond the reach of changeless soul-inwardness,
Vaulted by domes of secret lotus-white moon,
She sits soul-priestess within the unnamed recess
Beyond slumber's lagoon-
The Mother of twelve-fold suns!
Ageless, within we feel Her argent footfall
Ringing across the retreat of cave-born heart,
A quick miracle, a swift heavenly call,
A sudden rapture-dart,
The Mother of twelve-fold suns !
Deeper in our core She lives, a presence-fire,
A timeless throb, in our time-cadenced soul,
Silent, moulding OUr dense unyielding mire
To Her unknowable Whole,
The Mother of twelve-fold suns !
Yet is She ruthless, a titan sword of height
That cuts the seven knots of fate and doom,
An eagle-empress of stark unbearable light
To kill, awake, illume-
The Mother of twelve-fold suns !
A vaster glory She brings to earth and stars,
The aureate ecstasy of the Unthinkable;
Her jewel-steps heal all our human scars
And grip all with lotus-spell,
The Mother of twelve-fold suns!
She is the toiler divine, the worker of God
Who paves the path of burni~g Absolute ;
In Her is found the minute, wizard-abode
Of the Endless and Mute,
The Mother of twelve-fold suns !
She wraps the world with Her endless grace of Flame, A cosmic presence
mighty, compassionate, wide,
A link between Her apex-selves without name
And the globe of gloo~-washed tide,
The Mother of twelve-fold st:tns !
A majestic top one with His summit-Eye,
A queen that knows and sees and strikes unbarred,
The icon of His super-cosmic sky,
A heaven million-starred,
The Mother of twelve-fold suns !
A human mould bearing the cross of time,
She waits patient for His mid-day's descent,
A monolith of might, a bodied chime,
An appeal for His advent,
The Mother of twelve-fold suns !
Behind the scene of fret and change and doom,
Behind the labyrinth and black eclipse
She builds unseen the temple without gloom,
His temple of Apocalypse,
The Mother of twelve-fold suns !
12-2-1953