To Wake the Sleeping Lord

Approaching in the brilliance of her smile

The radiant, all-powerful, Divine,

Her golden aura lifting us above

The narrowness and focus upon self,

Who kindles in the hidden heart of things

The purifying fire and the flame

Of aspiration never to be quenched

Though all the world entice us with its gifts

And darker entities awake desires,

Passions ego-will or power's lust.

For she can fill the hollow in the heart

Who lights torches of a million suns,

Burns through the dense penumbra of the flesh

To wake the sleeping Lord within the shrine.