A Dialogue Between -A Devotee And The Guru. Poem by Subrata Ray

My darling writes:

Lo! both day and night fight ride
Between the gap, -darkness and light
Let us have escape step to wipe
Let us clean and sweep the dialectic mind
And be in that One where ourselves we find!

My sole self tells,

Your love sails to seek,
The perennial beyond,
Years, months and week,
And yet for your romantic zeal,
In me the secret-sharer finds your will.

She claims her faith and reminds:

I thought you would bring,
Crossing the Seven seas' stormy rings,
A place oriented with abstract landscape,
Where Beauty with no friction casts her wave.

I thought with magic incarnation,
You would tease me to the spell of unconscious,
And here in this Island, sow in me green-enigma's arch.

She continued:

Thought I, -hello my! hello my!
Hunting my wild, you would home in your profile,
And infuse in my gypsy, the frenzy for the remotest treasure,
Ah! I thought, being my Mariner, you would carry my measure.