Servitor of Light

I, a waster of days

Profligate of gifts

Miser of memories

Penurious abide

In the counting house of life.

Controller of riches past,

Mendicant of light

Cherishing tattered dreams

Dressed in sorrow's robes,

Purveyor of others' goods,

Salesman of used ideas

Spendthrift of godly boons.

Would I find greater wealth

A sadhu or a slave

Dispossessed of all

But my divinity?

I, scientist and sage

And blind novitiate,

Careless practitioner

Of spirit's enterprise,

Participant and pawn

Actor and audience,

Witness and spectator

Of creation's steady steps

Destruction's rapid pace,

Executive and clerk

In the mystic enterprise

To re-create the Self.

Freedom's trumpets call

But fall on deafened ears

The Word's direct descent

Engulfed in mental spheres.

Transformation's touch

Unfelt or disbelieved

Can body learn to breathe

Free of mind's control?

Creatrix of the worlds

Descend in us today

Carve by God's delight

The imaged superman.

Invincible to death,

Impervious to fate,

Falsehood's conqueror

And servitor of Light.