Poem from 1992-0612 Sahaja Newsletter (Australia), Page 1

I sit in a rooftop garden
 The flowers and buds I behold
Speak in silent beauty here
 Of a plan and a depth untold.

In my Mother's house, halfway up
 There's a place 'neath a cool grey sky
Where to sit full of peace, with a
 Bird's song, as the distant rush goes by,

Is a clear,
 And a jpy fulfilling,
  As cool breezes waft on past,

And I feel
 that from centuries seeking,
  I I know,
   I've come home,
    At last.