From the Carapace of Mind

Will we in future ages wake to Thee

Who now infuse the marrow of our frame

Or union find while breath and blood run free

And the secret of our soul's delight reclaim.

For man his infancy of mind outgrown

Confronts an age and self whose darkness hides

A gem of rarest cut, its brilliance shone

In worlds preceding Form where Light resides.

Upon the precipice's edge we peer

Into that vast Unknowable to find

That all is He and abrogating fear,

All the knots of ego-self unwind,

Suffer the endless miracle of Grace

To lift us out of smallness and despair,

Endure the timeless beauty of a face

Whose slightest glance arrests all burdened care.

Beyond the bourne of time His voice is heard,

A fluting call and soft upon the soul

That hungers for the all-transforming word,

In body's slow advance towards a goal

It knows but by the reason cannot find.

Now awake in matter's density,

Emerging from the carapace of mind

The wingéd one, the perfect, ever free.