The Farthest Shore

Sweetness of the earth we long to reap,

Pleasure pursued in exuberance of youth

The grand distractions lulling us to sleep,

Fair and gentle womanhood to soothe,

And labour in the timeless fields of fate;

Emotions to explore, to joy, to grieve

To build an image men might celebrate,

Our name acknowledged that we may achieve

Some sense of Being before the final night.

Time to taste the ripened fruit and sip

The soma of an endless world's delight,

And rushing forwards blindly lest we trip

Embrace this life and court diversity

Of thought, experience and body's need.

Recalling late the occult mystery

Before the solitary horseman's steed

Overtakes us and our song forever stilled.

Remember spirit, journeys gone before,

Cycles of birth and death thy soul has willed

The path of light attain, the farthest shore.