100. Trimurti

TRIMURTI, Trimurti,

Despise not the name;

Think and know

Before thou blame!

Look upon the face of Nature

In the flush of June;

BRAHMA is the great Creator,

Life is Brahma’s boon.

Dost thou hear the zephyr blowing?

That is Brahma’s breath,

Vital breath, live virtue showing

’Neath the ribs of death.

Dost thou see the fountain flowing?

That is Brahma’s blood,

Lucid blood—the same is glowing

In the purpling bud.

Brahma’s Eyes look forth divining

From the welkin’s brow,

Full bright eyes—the same are shining

In the sacred cow.

Air, and Fire, and running River,

And the procreant clod,

Are but faces changing ever

Of one changeless God.

When thy wingèd thought ascendeth

Where high thoughts are free,

This is Brahma when he lendeth

Half the God to thee.

Brahma is the great Creator,

Life a mystic drama;

Heaven, and Earth, and living Nature

Are but masks of Brahma.