The Godhead Hid in Us

As the Beautiful within her grew

I was made aware of our eternity,

A loveliness of soul I never knew
And moments lived as one identity.

But memories are bondage to the past

I now must push aside my soul to find,

The karma these forgotten selves' amassed

Discard, for all our joys and sorrows bind

The spirit to reflection's endless round.

Each moment we must recreate anew

Our lives till That for which we came is found,

False appearances supplant with true,

Rebirth in seconds count, not termless years

Until the Godhead hid in us appears.