Blessings of the One

We are moved by a joy that hides within the stars

And all the fine distractions of the world,

Called by a being that seems asleep and curled

On a plaited mat within these prison-bars.

He said: "Our soul is not in us, we are

Within the soul", and all our outward view

Must redirect, our sight to see anew

That which now is near and yet so far.

Time slows and the years of search and seize

Yield to the meditative inward look

As if the pages of our life a book

Of wonder sheaves caught by a sudden breeze,

Illumined by the splendid rays of sun

Baring the Self to vast experience;

The life-force in the body, mind and sense

Gathers the untold blessings of the One.