The Vital Ego's Plaint

All my vital energies have gone.

I sit alone and watch the weary hours

Spill their emptiness on vacant night

As earth in sunlight offers golden flowers

And morning-song from all her winged delight.

A desert dryness sears my surface soul

Parching thought and desiccating word

While spring unharnessed frolics like a foal

Its watchful mother standing closely by.

To bear the weight of heavenly embrace

Is a torturous time for the difficult "I",

Dissolving in a rain of cleansing grace

Abandoned to a bright transmuting sky,

No longer can the rivers of remorse

Flow swiftly through the landscape of the heart

When the psychic being sets its godward course.