I, a waster of days Profligate of gifts Miser of memories Penurious abide
In the counting house of life. Controller of riches past, Mendicant of light Cherishing tattered dreams
Dressed in sorrow's robes, Purveyor of others' goods, Salesman of used ideas Spendthrift of godly boons.
Would I find greater wealth A sadhu or a slave Dispossessed of all But my divinity?
I, scientist and sage And blind novitiate, Careless practitioner Of spirit's enterprise,
Participant and pawn Actor and audience, Witness and spectator Of creation's steady steps
Destruction's rapid pace, Executive and clerk In the mystic enterprise To re-create the Self.
Freedom's trumpets call But fall on deafened ears The Word's direct descent Engulfed in mental spheres.
Transformation's touch Unfelt or disbelieved Can body learn to breathe Free of mind's control?
Creatrix of the worlds Descend in us today Carve by God's delight The imaged superman.
Invincible to death, Impervious to fate, Falsehood's conqueror And servitor of Light.
Poems Undated (1727)
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