From Inward Depths

A wanderer along life's rushing streams

Seeking for his soul's identity,

A solitary gatherer of dreams

Pacing the world for the new epiphany.

In the restless late-night musing of the mind

He walks through furrows worn and oft-tilled fields

Picking through abandoned husks to find

A kernel or two of life's meagre yields,

Then seeks for silence in an inner plain

Of calm whose pools reflect a brighter light

Than sun can give when from the dark domain

Takes up his throne the dark king of night,

Or when the restless vital self below

Rises up to urge the heart's ascent

And passion rules, he would attempt to go

Into a cave of peace, the soul consent

To harmony where the rule of love abides,

Await and turn all impulses, desires

Towards the heights where nothing that divides

Can last and all the troubled world retires

In a nirvanic space beyond all time.

But this he must not do for still he hears

The call that spurs from inward depths to climb

And touch on earth the feet of heaven's seers.