THE QUEST
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
In tireless moments of momentous efforts,
The quest rises within the deepest being
Transcending all limits of desire
And mundane cravings.
The physical is not the limit:
It is finite.
Your primordial longings for Bliss infinite
Make not your mind as the goal of life;
Ego-self not the destination.
Though the earth clasps tight,
Allows you not to rise above petty limits.
But the flame is lit.
The soul seeks to soar higher
In his sun-lit splendours and moon-lit ecstasy.
Sleep loses its slumber,
Dream does meet death
In Beauty's muse
Ever sublime, pure and sanguine.
Eternity ever alive
In new awakenings


Of revelations;
Man, not the summit of evolution,
Higher than him there -
Exists the Soul-force,
Trying to evolve
In the flowering of a new Creation
Of the One Universal Principle
Of the unique world order of the greatest Harmony.

(Bijoylakshmi Das, Haridwar)