The Birth of Truthfulness (Satya)

A birth and a death in 2 days!
The Birth of Truthfulness (Satya)
New breath fills her lungs with the air of a world that does not know her.
So quietly does she lie in her mothers' arms:
A new light that shines on the earth today,
Bright with a peaceful radiance so wanting in the world.
Filled with the grace of  purity she stepped into our lives,
Ready to teach her lesson to those who would join her in tranquility:
So prepared to bare life's mantle, she greeted the world with a quiet sigh
Of one who understood its noise and hustle, but quietly smiled with wise eyes.

Oh Satya live up to your name
Your mothers have given you with great insight!
That you might show all the world your love
And that we might learn from your power and your light.

Solace

My friend,
When you were born,
Life cast you into this dream
While giving to you love
To remind you of waking Reality.

As surely as I love you now
And sit beside your final bed,
Not soon to sleep, but soon you´ll awaken
From the dream from which Destiny calls.

Ahead of you Death has always walked
Showing you your fated path
And giving love in those precious moments
When the dreamer dared to lift his eyes.

In death your truth foreve finds you
When love reaches its Eternal Source
As the Reality with which it soon will meld
In the harmony of one´s mortal end.

The love we felt for you in life
Has touched us all beyond its close
Leaving memories in the livings' minds
And something deeper that we sometimes find:

In future moments of conscious grace
When Present's joy meets open hearts
We will be following You through love
More strongly than any memory.

If our recollections of you fade
-Though for me they never will-
Take comfort in your destination
That calls you clearly even now.

This solace I now try to hold:
Trapped in memories of your love
Which soon will leave this mortal plane
And leave me sitting here without you.

Your impending absence brings a rift
That keeps me from the words I preach
And casts me from God's loving arms
Into the abyss of this black dream.

These tears that I shed for you now
Fall on unforgiving floors
And force me to the recognition
That more than ever I feel alone.

Experiment II

  I found this passage the day after I finished this poem: “That was the true Light which gives light to every man coming into the world” John 1:9.  Note: capitalization matters! 
Experiment II
And now a search comes upon the poem,

A search already possessed by what it searches for:

Floundering in the hallucination of its darkness,

Illuminated by the Light it tries to create.

(You are this Light

That illuminates the darkness of the search

For a light that it seeks to make

In place of the One by which it searches.)

It turns to the poem for guidance

Or amusement or distraction,

In its effort to create the light

It assumes itself to be.

(But this end that its ideal proclaims

Lies disobeyed by the means prescribed:

No search could find the light it tries to create

Unless it surrenders itself to the present from which Light shines)

If the search stepped into this Light

And ceased its attempt to replace it,

As if to own or dominate it,

Its light would burn.

(Here the search abolishes itself

As it ends its violent struggle:

As light-in-Light it finds its way to peace

And surrenders its hallucination of control to truth.)