Transforming Light

A heart that longs unable yet to soar,

A body bound by cords of ignorance

A soul alive to beauty at its core

Silent still as in a natal trance.

The mind is too much master of our days

The vital man of unfulfilled desire,

What room is there for rapture or for grace

When thought is but an unrelenting gyre.

The fields of our forgetfulness are sown

With the scattered bones of promises unfilled

The cluttered inner landscape overgrown,

The soil of our awakening untilled.

The key is given and unlocked the gate

That opens on transcendent images,

Eternal scenes of sweetness that await

The traveller spirit through life's passages

Until the hour of its offering,

The consecration and the holy rite

The sacrifice of self desiring

Darkness' end and the transforming light.