If we could see within the flower
Or feel the beating heart of stone,
Infinity know in one brief hour
No longer would we be alone.
If we could taste the true delight
In all that passed before our gaze,
Awake from sleep the inner sight
And see the Light that in us plays,
If we could hear the muffled voice
Of one who calls us to the quest
The soul would leap up and rejoice
And take its place among the blest.
But first there is a labour long
And arduous for those who dare
Detach themselves from the pressing throng
Of desires that fill our mortal air,
Stand back from the demanding crowd
Of needs that cry to be fulfilled,
The ego-self so brash and loud.
With all the outer being stilled
Peace may in our hearts descend.
Clear the house and cluttered things
Discard and all the past transcend
To hear the Voice that in us sings.