The New Millennium

With a star on her forehead
Saraswati
riding the white -winged horse
comes
spreading celestial light.
All are afrenzy.
This wild chase
is their only hope.
 
Around whose head will the swan swerve?
Who shall she bless ?
Who shall she feed with divine milk?
 
The Muses are out escorting the Rider.
 
Peace is hers.
Knowledge is hers.
Even the Word is hers.
 
The image of wonders
is
in her hand. (We call it Science.)
Suddenly she proclaims:
"Arise !
Reshape the world,
Purify it,
Burnish all Arts,
Peel off dryness,
Destroy all flaming desires."
The world is astir.
 
All say
"The Saviour sees through the veil."
 
Welcome the Rider and her band.
Thus
purity will reign,
darkness will vanish
and
fear will go.
Melt all weapons
for
they kill.
The seed and the sickle and the water
are
the need.
Love
and
prevail.
Peace will flower.
The eternal Rider
-the new life-giver-
with a mirror in her hand
and a star on her forehead
is out with the Muses
to enlighten
the new millennium.