Ship of Being

This crescent with its retinue of stars

That trail across the purple edge of morn

Recalls the journeyed paths of avatars

Before life first appeared and time was born.

Now ego reigns as king and light has fled,

Or lost in the embrace of human form,

The conscious spirit's guidance buffeted

By passion's winds adrift in matter's storm.

We must moor this ship of Being on a rock

Untroubled by the pounding of the seas

Or squalls of life that rush on us and mock

Emergence of the soul and inner peace.

By waves untouched or currents rudely blown

Creators of the Godhead's dynasty

Shall find the ground where spirit stands alone

And greet the Dawn in all its majesty.