The Archipelago of Births

The residue of past existence, sealed

In the unconscious movement we call life

Awaits the budding hour to be revealed,

The truths we must attain, the inner strife

Tormenting us by day, unleashed by night

In the subconscious caverns of the mind.

We must attain the clarity of sight,

The knotted past unravel, soul unbind

From vital's all-consuming appetite.

The helpful powers await the inward turn,

The opening of heart and mind to light

And all the hidden flaws we must discern.

They lean towards us to nurture and to heal

The weakened and the wise whose wounds are deep,

The deadened sense awake again to feel,

No longer in those darkened realms to sleep.

We must rebuild the house, the sacred coign,

The archipelago of births rejoin.