Sonnets

"In that small flaming chariot Shiva rides. The One devised innumerably to be; His oneness in invisible forms he hides, Time’s tiny temples to eternity."

"...Unborn I sit, timeless, intangible: All things are shadows in my tranquil glass. My vast transcendence holds the cosmic whirl; I am hid in it as in the sea a pearl." 

25 July 1938, revised 21 March 1944. Two handwritten manuscripts, the first entitled “Identity”.

"This mute stupendous Energy that whirls The stars and nebulae in its long train, Like a huge Serpent through my being curls With its diamond hood of joy and fangs of pain."

"However long Night’s hour, I will not dream That the small ego and the person’s mask Are all that God reveals in our life-scheme, The last result of Nature’s cosmic task."

"And yet I know my footprints’ track shall be A pathway towards Immortality."