Half-Conscious Progress - March 25, 1972

Abrupt beginnings end as soon

Hardly is a new prayer won

Oceanic forces blind thy sun

And morning quickly fades to noon.

Still the spark of truth ignites,

A warrior springs to greet each day,

The flower fields in massed array

Perform with him the sacred rites.

Unconscious of immortality

He draws the dreams of God in sand

Describes the future with erring hand

Threading the fabric of destiny.