The Chambered Nautilus

A chambered nautilus is the sleeping soul

In its pearly septum sealed to view,

Captain of a craft without a goal

Driven towards an unseen rendezvous.

Venturing slowly from its time-made shell

Through coral groves and walls like sapphire,

In the ocean of life tumbled and tossed pell-mell

In a body awash in the eddies of desire.

Yet this is but a fragmentary show,

In subterranean depths the gods prepare

The voyage of a covert embryo

To journey from the depths of our despair

To worlds of sanctity and build anew

A greater man imbued with ageless grace

In golden forms beyond the mind's small view,

Forerunner of a Supramental race.