Death and Rebirth II

Oct. 21, 1999

When flight is taken out from the failing flesh

To worlds unknown, unvisited by bodily mind,

Cleaving a pathway through the subtle sheaths,

An arrows brilliant flight homing to its sun

To sleep among the starry fields of light,

Perhaps to dream of all that might have been,

The endless possibilities of life,

The joy of the plunge from the heights, falling to birth,

The years of youth, the fullness of old age,

The hopes that rose then slowly fading, failed,

Moments only aware of the inner flame,

Then lulled like an infant in the flow of fate

And the rushing tempo of all that must be achieved

Ere the sun would finally set on this house of bones.

Yet something gained, some newness of spirit's growth

Remains to be reviewed and gathered round

The silent flame, spark of that greater spark,

And when the resting time is done, prepare

A new descent on evolution's soil,

Turn the wheel another turn and notch

The ratchet higher still in human time

That the soul may brighten through the living frame

And tread the earth with conscious feet of light

Of supramental brilliance, truth's descent

On a transformed world of gnostic consciousness.