I am a pilot on the ship of God Who has lost his compass and cannot find the way. After years of searching does it not seem odd That I have foundered in an unknown bay,
Who met the Mother in the time of youth And found in Her the inner spirit's goal Yet still am I at eighty-four uncouth And lacking in the essence of my soul.
The leverage that once it seemed I caught Is far from me as my errant craft plies on And a battle rages, one that must be fought Until is reached the Supramental Sun.
Poems Undated (1727)
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