The ruby night sparkles with silver and gold, The car is warm, protected from the cold
And the roadways of our dreaming lead us home To a haven of safety beneath a star-pierced dome.
The tires hum a hypnotic lullaby As the mountains of our childhood pass us by
And we are safe in a moulded tin cocoon. But when the night shall yield again to noon
Might we recall a wistful melody Or richly wrought plaintive harmony
That moved the soul to wake from its long sleep The bridges of our ignorance to leap
As visions passed before the inner eye Of former lives and future destiny.
In childhood's open moments of release When soul rose up and silent bands of peace
In the playpen of our innocence came down And the great unanswered "why" was vaguely known
We glimpsed the past, some hint of who we were. In the labyrinthine mind began to stir
The seeds of consciousness so deeply sown In plant and animal, not man alone,
Accepting death as life's deep sealing scars In former births attending future stars
To grow towards a supramental race, Participants and conferees of grace.
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