The Guidance of the Soul

Sept. 22, 2010

Is the fog of my desire lifting now

As the sun through densest clouds breaks through,

Is the ego-sense dissolving so that I

May walk into the unknown and the new?

Is the body too awaking from its sleep

The lethargy of programmed cells to die,

To valiantly accept transforming light

And rend the veil of life’s obscurity?

Repetitive and weak and hardly used

Has mind at last relinquished its control,

Of random thoughts that enter it at will,

Can all accept the guidance of the soul

And merge in Her surrendered and alive,

For this my hopes, my life, my dreams I give.