The Message and the Meaning

I was a dreamer who dreamt a thousand dreams

Of sunlight and the whispering of leaves

And flowers in tall grasses by the streams

Of childhood's faint and aching memories

And those who came to me in the sleep of night,

The spirit's teachers who magically appeared

In strange and flowing raiment all in white.

And when they came nothing in me feared

The occult or the reason I was brought

To those mystic sessions in the ancient East.

Initiate though I was, I was taught

Lessons that to this day have never ceased

Though unintelligible to outward mind

And rarely opening to mind's recall

Lodged within the secret heart I find

The message and the meaning of it all.