The Train of Fate

Who is the seeker hid within this shell

And who the fearless warrior in time,

Who confronts the thrower of obstacles

Whose strength is given that he may climb

To heaven on earth passing the gates of hell.

Who is the charioteer that drives this car

Through the dense unyielding thickets of the mind

And the dark forbidding jungles of the past

Prepares the golden house where we shall find

The truth that tells us who we truly are.

Who is it that resists the coming dawn

And lingers in the byways of the self

Obstructing progress and the spirit's will

A puppet or a small mischievous elf

Or a force that uses us as pawn

In a chess game played on an inhuman scale.

And yet there is a Guide, a Mother force

That calls those awake to follow Her,

To change direction of life's zig-zag course,

The train of fate and adversity derail.