(New Discoveries, Vol. 3. p. 490. This undated poem is preserved in the archives of the Vedanta Centre, Cohasset, Massachusetts. Cf. “My Play is Done”, Complete Works, VI.)
From life to life I am waiting here at the gates — they
My tongue is parched with ceaseless prayers and dim
my eyes have grown
With constant straining through the gloom to catch
one ray long sought;
My heart is seized with dark despair, all hope well-
nigh has flown.
And standing on life’s narrow ridge, beneath the
chasm I see —
Strife and sorrow, darkness deep of whirling life and
Of mad commotion, struggles vain, of folly roaming
On one side this dark abyss — I shudder to see it even —
On the other this wall . . .