Word of Life

Now have I come to the calming hour,

Sleep is not here nor the restlessness

Of mind and vital vying for the power

To dominate the body consciousness.

There is a partial peace, a quiet turn

To higher thought and deeper reverie

Assessing that of which we still must learn

And having learned must then learn to be.

Some say this yoga is the easiest,

A simple offering is all we need,

But ploughing of the ground is the real test

And the careful nurturing of spirit-seed.

This is not the process of a single day

But a slow revealing through the years

Of all we are within and what we may

By Grace become transcending mortal spheres,

The petty small concerns of life's affairs

Or the fierce frontal assaults of chance and fate,

The need to grow beyond our human cares

Breaking the bounds of our circumscribed estate.

The night is long and day is slow to come.

If we can open to the inner sun,

Know earth our sacred charge, the spirit's home,

In all galactic space the chosen one.

And now regenerative sleep returns,

The body rests, the mind is stilled of thought

As soul comes forth and the fire brightly burns

At the place wherein the Word of Life is caught.