The Bud of Blossoming Divinity

Unconscious I was born and unaware,

Breaking into body with the soul,

Of past accomplishments, of death and deeds,

The chasms and the peaks before the fall

Into the form that now I claim as mine.

I have lived so many lives in one,

Growing slowly, ever more aware

That all I have achieved sums up to none

Until the mind is stilled, the heart so wide

That all the world is in its love contained,

All desires conquered and all grief

Subdued that spirit's growth be not detained

By temporal concerns, imagined needs,

Fleeting joys, failure and success

That bind our feet and clip the wings of flight,

Dull down our regal selves to commonness.

Though seventy year have passed I am still young

And learning as I look within to see

This world of beauty a greater beauty hides,

The bud of blossoming divinity.