Bearer of Eternal Light

In vision or in visionary dream

The unremembered music of the soul

Was caught once more by that clairaudience

That hears the poetry in common things

And the rhythms and pulsations of our lives.

A fragrance wandered in that subtle air

A perfumed distillation of the flowers

That still awaits in the etheric planes

Anticipating its descent to earth,

The moment when the soil no longer stained

By death will open to divinity.

This vesture of the body is not all

Though we would think it so forgetting love.

Already is born a race exceeding ours,

But who can see who has not strength or will

To look beyond the temporal to view

The dawn of gold approaching and the Light

That is the eternal spark that lit the suns

Advancing. Beauty is our destiny

And Truth the icon to which our being bows

And joy that dances on forbidden ground

While religion closes God within its house.

Soon, soon the winged soul shall fly

And laughing burst the bonds it long has borne,

For we shall sing the new songs and plant

The earth with hues to rival heaven's dress.

A liquid flute is silvering the eve

Its haunting call draws all divinely close,

I hear an organ swell approaching near

Symphonic as the singing of the spheres

Or the sacred OM down corridors of time.

The hour is come, already we are late

Arriving at the festival of birth.

For we have slept the long and dreamless sleep

And our fragile human forms have come and gone.

How many stars have seen us born and die

While Nature plies her slow evolving way.

The higher consciousness, now ours to hold,

Calls to the still self yet hid within,

"Arise, O flame, and from the womb of night

Bring forth the bearer of eternal light."