Journey of the Soul

Unhurried through the voiceless world I fly

Blazing a pathway through the eye of space,

Peering through endless corridors I ply,

Seeking the place where the mystic footsteps pace.

The grey implacable edifice of mind

Its temple destined to decay in dust,

It's thought-streams pulled through vortices half- blind

By a force unerring in its force-filled thrust.

Interminable though they be our paths still wind

Towards Truth and Light, the core of godhead's plan,

The blue of Krishna born for heaven's kind

From the animal evolve the Superman.