Where the Sacred Bodies Rest

I heard the call of vast primordial seas

Moving beneath the stellar hand of God,

And lands that spoke of aeonic ancestries

Where once in other bodies I had trod.

Explorer and iconoclast I sought

To find familiar scenes loved and known

And in the dawning consciousness was brought

To the sacred shores I knew to be my own.

My burning friend greeted me again

In torrid skies where white washed out the blue

Beyond the jungle and the endless plain

I found the place where higher knowledge grew.

In a courtyard decked with flowers where the scent

Of frankincense and jasmine filled the air

I saw a kingly trunk whose branches lent

Protection to the lowly and the fair,

A tree of God bejewelled with golden bloom,

Beneath its canopy all souls are blessed

In the aura of a heavenly perfume

The Samadhi where the sacred bodies rest.