Teacher of My Soul

Last night he came again to visit me.

How silently he enters in my sleep,

Through open doors of consciousness he glides,

I hear no footsteps as I wake from deep

And far horizons on the midnight tides

To greet him in his humble majesty.

Perhaps as stillness gathers round my core

He'll help me through the hurdles and the falls

From Grace.I see him standing by the door

That opens on worlds my vision cannot see,

He imparts The Knowledge when he calls,

My mind to still, my spirit to break free.

He is an ancient soul, a great vibhuti,

And why he comes I truly cannot say

Yet when he speaks I listen eagerly

To this guardian of the golden way,

A delegate from realms of mystery

Whose name I know but never shall betray.

An occultist from far eternity

Instructing with a calm solemnity

He addresses the deeper hearing of my soul,

A friend and guide who shares abundantly

His wisdom of the way towards the goal

Along the inner routes no mind can see.

During the years I retreated in my pain

And shut my house against the darkening storm

He stayed away but now he comes again

And as I wake in dream I see his form

And bow to him with all sincerity

As he opens wide the gates of destiny.