Seeker's Prayer - Jan 19, 1973

Let not the fleeting years pass by

And I a slave, the same rounds dance

Wedded to fated destiny.

From thy heart of love let fly

A epoch transforming wonder-force

That I may be thine eternally.

Now dawns the crucial, final goal

And all must fail or sudden rise

I have held a mirror to my soul.

What yet lies hidden now display

That all my parts might coalesce

And in silence hew the mystic way.