Until the Soul's Awakening

We step unknowing to a worldly dance

Moved by rhythms from an unknown past,

In the uncertainty of time and chance

Our lives like straws by the winds of fate are cast.

Under the tree of life we fall asleep,

Unconscious bodies formed by conscious will,

And wake to find the way is hard and steep

Half mindful of the compacts we must fill.

The lingering memories of old desires

The fantasies of adolescent years,

Suppress the ageless spirit that aspires,

Hide from us the heavenly frontiers.

What can we see without the sage's eyes?

To the frantic pace of hurried days we cling

And all the gold beneath the surface lies

Unmined until the soul's awakening.