August 28, 2012
How sad the world must seem to those who see Beyond the bright horizons of the mind, Who came, those godly messengers to teach The laws of love, compassionate and wise, Who stayed awhile for all who gathered round The luminescent aura of their souls. Too soon they left, their words lost in the stream Of world preoccupations and the need Desire-filled to mark our human stay, And the unrelenting karmic ties that bind All beings to a measured march through time, The quest once known, the golden future glimpsed, Forgotten now in the press and pulse of life. Yet still their lives in our subconscient depths A fiery need to seek, the soul to flame. A knock upon the sealed and rusted door By One who calls through centuries unheard, “Awake and see the light that grows in earth”.
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