The Lord of Light

All the hidden moorings of the past

That held this vessel close to common shores

Must be untied and shorn the knots of time

That keep us anchored to our petty lives,

And habits old that circle through our minds

And memories relived, small joys and griefs

As on a tape loop playing endlessly,

Endlessly repeated to our ears

Sad songs beloved our eyes so fill with tears,

They close us to the music of the hour,

Harmonies and melodies the soul

In correspondence with the higher worlds

Brings down to earth, the other-worldly sounds.

Let us now sail beyond the bays of self

Brave the winds of fate to find new lands

Where peace is queen beside the Lord of Light.