Towards the Fires of Dawn

I wait alone in the cave of unconsciousness

The unfailing transformation of the soul.

Darkness clings to me like a towering cloak

Covering obscurities of self,

Hiding the light I know to be my own.

The coins of freedom fallen from my hand

Drop silently upon the carpeted floor.

I laugh among companions then I weep

Alone within the forest of the mind.

Death comes to all around me whom I loved,

Who offered in my grief comfort's words

And smiled in the distance with the failing light.

Soon I shall leave this hermitage of green

Whose flowered greetings sing to me each day,

Where hawks and swans and snakes befriended me.

She gave me gardens to build upon the clay

In a city destined to save the strickened world

But I could not catch the vision though her force

Propelled me like a wind across the sands.

I return again to the plains of India

Without the key but by that beauty led

Drawn by Her towards the fires of dawn.