Transform This Clay

Nothing but shadows in a land of light.

Is it only a reflection that I see

Or is the Self invisible as night

That hides the face of the unknown deity.

Are all these songs I've sung disjointed strains

Of music in the being still unheard,

These thoughts but scraps of knowledge in the lanes

Of wisdom while I wait the changing word?

My prayers quiescent now as bloom in seed

And faint the whisper of my spirit's call,

What use have I to nurture earthly need

Who knew the Guide to whom I offered all.

Come once again, O golden One, O come

Transform this clay into your earthly home.