Progressive Opening

An awful wonder breaks upon these eyes

That dimly see the slow approach of Dawn,

An aspiration flowering to the skies

Towards the distant godhead ever close is borne.

Reflected in the mirror of the morn

Her dream of perfect earth, resplendent man.

The busy mind now stilled to thought's tirade

And the endless ages our desires span,

At rest, at ease, of silence unafraid

In cradle of night and day begins again

The call of the soul for irrevocable release.

The conscious inner being waits suppressed

Desiring not escape from earth for peace

To the guiding Angel of the Way addressed

Its plea for progressive opening without cease.

Failing the power native to Spirit's height

Upon the ego's dissolution waits

And descending grace companioned by the Light

That dissolves the Karmic burden, alleviates

The pain of separate self in God's delight.