The Vision of the Golden Tree

Not only words the meaning of my heart

Convey to those who are a part of me,

But to the Unseen who sits and forms a part,

The greater part that is my history.

Now I embrace the darkness which is light

For in the womb I knew the mystery

And still retained peculiar inner sight,

Acknowledging the future world to be.

And though my knowledge rests somewhere behind

The frontal being everyone can see

I live infinitudes beyond the mind

And see with spirit-eyes that all is he.

I am becoming that which seemed a child

In a near familiar paradisal land

Whose symbol figures hold my soul beguiled

That blossom from a mother's proffered hand.

To bring those gardens here, my destiny,

A channel for the force of things divine;

I have kept the vision of the golden tree

And tasted of the all-transforming wine.