Jan. 18, 2011
Until the mind is settled in its calm And the sorrows of the world no longer mine, No peace can come to compass my ascent. For I would be other than I am, No longer tied to a mechanic round Of stale ideas and petty wants and needs But on strong pinions freely soaring forth Discovering within these latter days The truth that One foretold long years ago. Unless the consecrated Self announce Its mastery of body, life and thought And in the stillness of its wide uplift Bring down into this worn and tired flesh The light that will illumine and transform. Before the final chapter of my book Of being closes and the unfettered soul Rises to its rest in timelessness I must seek the sustenance to carry on, My standard-bearer, faith, knows the goal And the presiding angels of the way Will guide me on the path so foreordained.
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