Older now, I see it - the elder beauty,
the younger comeliness
ghostly about faces and bones,
the eyes, particularly. Courage there also –
ah! the beauty of courage –
and patience that has volunteered
in our well-kept gardens. Perseverance, too,
and the consent of loss with so much gain,
continuing into our personal future
and that future’s ultimate demise.
Older now, I see the flesh give way
to the ancient, shining soul.
It shone through, Mani said
of Baba’s divinity. It shone through.
I see it; I see its subtle emanations
in unexpected glimmers –
the elder, ethereal beauty I could glimpse
only rarely in my youth.
O child of God, what a bounty you have received.
And the Beloved is not through with you yet!