The Goal of Life

May 26, 1999

Although we yearn for light on a distant shore

And love, compelled the adventurous soul shall find

The goal of life yet silent, still, within,

Holding the pure and concentrated flame,

Bearing the stamp of long forgotten dreams

Of godhead calling from the inner well

Where springs the heavenly music and the dance.

All else returning round after circling round

Is a play of mind and vital, senseless games

That deaden the search and halt the warrior march.

Now on the earth descended voices call

To wake the inborn truth and know the soul,

To join the quest for superhumanity,

Establish a citadel in the living form

Made ready through an ardent aspiring will,

A dwelling for the hidden divinity.

The children who come descended from higher spheres

Their laughter heard at birth, in youth years,

Are with us now to lead the pure in heart

And the not-so-pure who strive to hold the path

Amid the torrents of the pressing outer world

Benumbing sense with tyrannies of noise

And drowning mind in data overload

As violent scenes of lust and war abound.

Listen as well to the voices of prophets and seers

Bringers of wisdom, transcending the turbulent years,

The Word-bearers and vehicles of truth,

Divine incarnate vessels, progenitors

Of the coming race, on earth their joyous voices

Call to those who would hear the immortal song.