The Full Illumination of the Soul

Fitful rest as on these weary eyes

Sleep passes over as a drifting cloud

To linger only moments then the skies

Are clear again and I am not allowed

To enter those revivifying streams,

And yet my spirit gains a certain peace

Focused on a thought more real than dreams,

Knows its destined journey will not cease

Until the dawn for which it came is seen.

The baggage of the mind must be disposed,

The body learn to bear the light of change,

For all must open that now is locked or closed

And the sun of all our being rearrange

These satellites in orbits of their own,

Harness their universal energies

Scattered now as seeds poorly sown

Or manipulated by foreign entities,

To join in concert with our greater stars

As one united force towards its goal

Sees breaking free from time's constraining bars

The full illumination of the soul.