The Ashram's Sanctity

The days before me pass as faceless soldiers at parade

As seasons of the soul are passing through my blinkered sight.

Rivers of my consciousness flow from sun to shade

As I journey in the wilderness to oceans of delight.

I have an understanding with the creatures of the soil

And bow in adoration as they gather round to eat,

On living boughs the singers watch, their song I shall not spoil,

The vibratory joy of earth is felt beneath my feet

Slowing now as she prepares her deep and holy sleep

A pilgrim on the endless road to self-discovery

Prepare my spirit's journey and the promise I must keep

Returning to the vastness of the Ashram's sanctity.