To the Light

July 7, 2004

Once the world within me grew and bloomed

And, owning nothing, all in my account

Flourished and increased the seasons' wealth.

Music in me sang the stars to sleep

And dawn the brighter grew as joy fulfilled

An ancient longing in my youthful heart.

Each day a newness brought, a larger quest;

I sought through sense to feed the passion's flame

That flowers briefly through the fleeing hours,

Forever etch on the tablets of time, my name.

I hoarded transient memories of love,

Heard whispers of a higher destiny

Than fate's appointed road or man's acclaim.

I laboured in a soil that fed my dreams,

And learned the language of immortality

From all impermanent things that grow and die

To live again outlasting death and time,

To free the mind of thought and its regimes,

That it might become an instrument of light

And the supernal wisdom that sculpted form.

Then on my youth's horizon God appeared.

My soul hushed to reflect on depths unseen,

The being acquiesced to a touch intense,

A sweet and overpowering delight.

The trance-bound spirit with a shock awoke

And I was rapt in nuances of love

By the power of Her absolute magnitude.

My irrelevant personality withdrew

In moments when I knelt before Her feet,

And body became a tenement of peace.

On the canvas of the world she paints Her dreams

Of earth transformed, humanity at peace,

Conscious of man's ingrained hostility

Her universal labour does not cease,

The Artist of the world's dynamic change.

Although the mind refuses still to know

Our eyes self-blinded choosing not to see,

Our hearts enamoured of the worlds below

A day shall come of earth's divinity.

From light we came and to the light we go.