Province of the Realized Few

He sits awake in our profoundest sleep,

Guardian and guide of all our dreams,

Spurs lethargic self to dare and leap

Across the gulfs of ignorance where gleams

The eternal matrix and transforming power,

A love divine, immutable, unstained

Whose formidable force can seize the hour

And all that lies within us unattained.

We shall blossom as the flower to the sun,

Transcendent man shall overleap mankind

A warrior of the incarnate One,

And we who in a half-light seek shall find

The harmony that now eludes our grasp,

The light that beckons just beyond our view,

The love we feel in all yet cannot clasp,

And joy the province of the realized few.