Forerunners of the Future's Paradigm

I see a figure hovering, a face

Draw near to mine that slowly disappears

Yet still is there, Her profile filling space,

A guardian of the unnumbered years.

When will we look again into those eyes

And place our heads on Her white-sandaled feet,

Not only glimpsed on life's peripheries

But in Her fire, intolerable and sweet

Burn the remnants of old mortality

That from the ego's ash soul may rise

Triumphant as a Phoenix from the sea

Soaring to the halls of Paradise

To plunge once more to earth's predestined shore

And meet the Mother shorn of the garbs of time,

On sacred soil Her wonders to explore

Forerunners of the future's paradigm.