In the Silent Fields of Mind

Aug. 25, 1999

Now in the calm and silent fields of mind

Joy is harvested by thankful hands

And the seasons of our aspirations find

The imprint and the seal of Mother's touch;

By the still lake reflecting on life's events

As the years of our seeking pass slowly in pensive mood,

A smile wells up from deep within the soul

To blossom on a branch of gratitude.

So many hours spent at the treadle of time

Weaving the wondrous patterns of the world,

While sole within the godhead's paradigm

Reminds of the quick and deepening need.

Descending bliss is close, we hear the rush

Of aureate wings pressing towards our earth

And in our hearts a song of rapture sings

Of godhead's crown and superhuman birth.