The Evolution of the Psychic Fire

The children – wisdom in their eyes unsealed,

Though unaware of life, to death unknown

Play at kings and castles, knights and steeds

Laughing with their golden tresses blown

In the upstart wind, faces flushed like wine,

Laboured breath as they fall upon the ground.

No child's play this, there is a meaning hid

In every game, in every child-like sound.

The wise who see the spirit not the form

Can trace with inner eye the soul's advance,

The evolution of the psychic fire

Through births unnumbered, in a second's glance,

In callow youth see diviner man,

The potentialities that in him lie

Too deep for our myopic human sight,

Grow towards his immortal destiny.