Now the Spring

How suddenly forsythia appears,

As if the death of a thousand nights and days

Lost in a crypt of the uncounted years

Illumined by its gold awakening rays

Exposed, a vain illusion proved or dream

Of darkness' legions hoping still to hide

Beneath the caul of ignorance and seem

A solid front to truth and light denied.

But now the Spring and facing us the dawn,

A consciousness with power to awake

The hidden truth in man no more a pawn

Of nether Lords or sad divine mistake.

Eternal in us burns the quenchless flame,

A spark of God consuming ignorance,

Attachment and desire's specious claim;

Rapid now towards God the soul's advance.