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Poem of Arthur Obsorne
« on: February 22, 2009, 10:21:58 AM »
A portion of Arthur Osborne's poem The Wind has been given in the
Aradhana Issue of Mountain Path, 2007.  Nothing can describe the state of total surrender as this poem.  It reads:

I am the pipe, the wind blows thorugh,
Be still, it is the wind that sings.
The course of my life and the things that I do
And the seeming false and the seeming true
Are the tune  of the wind that neither knows
Good and ill, nor joys and woes.
But the ultimate awe is deeper yet
Than song or pipe or storm.
For the pipe and tune are the formless wind
That seemed for a while to take form.
And words are good to escape from words
And strife to estable from strife
But silence drinks in all the waves
Of song and death and life.

(Source: Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2007)

Arunachala Siva.