Very few know that Swami Vivekananda was an excellent poet too. This poem was written by him at Ridgly Manor, New York in 1899.
PEACE
Behold,
it comes in might,
The
power that is not power,
The
light that is in darkness,
The
shade in dazzling light.
It
is joy that never spoke,
And
grief unfelt, profound,
Immortal
life unlived,
Eternal
death unmourned.
It
is not joy nor sorrow,
But
that which is between,
It
is not night nor morrow,
But
that which joins them in.
It
is sweet rest in music;
And
pause in sacred art;
The
silence between speaking;
Between
two fits of passion —
It
is the calm of heart.
It
is beauty never seen,
And
love that stands alone,
It
is song that lives un-sung,
And
knowledge never known.
It
is death between two lives,
And
lull between two storms,
The
void whence rose creation,
And
that where it returns.
To
it the tear-drop goes,
To
spread the smiling form
It
is the Goal of Life,
And
Peace — its only home!
SOURCE: Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda; Volume-IV; Poems
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SOURCE: Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda; Volume-IV; Poems
COURTESY:www.goodlightscraps.com/new-year-glitters.php
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