Poems of Narad

Ship of Being

This crescent with its retinue of stars
That trail across the purple edge of morn
Recalls the journeyed paths of avatars
Before life first appeared and time was born.

Now ego reigns as king and light has fled,
Or lost in the embrace of human form,
The conscious spirit's guidance buffeted
By passion's winds adrift in matter's storm.

We must moor this ship of Being on a rock
Untroubled by the pounding of the seas
Or squalls of life that rush on us and mock
Emergence of the soul and inner peace.

By waves untouched or currents rudely blown
Creators of the Godhead's dynasty
Shall find the ground where spirit stands alone
And greet the Dawn in all its majesty.