The Spirit Within


Words anonymous

The sun may be clouded, but ever the sun
Will sweep on its course 'till the cycle is run.
And when into the chaos the system is hurled,
Again shall the Builder reshape a new world.

Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal.
Move on, for your orbit is fixed to your soul.
And though it may lead into darkness of night,
The torch of the Builder shall give it new light.


You are your own devil, you are your own god.
You fashioned the paths your footsteps have trod
And none can save you from where you have been
Until you have harked to the Spirit within.

You were. You will be. Know this while you are:
Your spirit has traveled both long and afar.
It comes from the Source, to the Source it returns.
The lamp of the Spirit, eternally burns.

It slept in a jewel, it leapt in a wave,
It roamed in the forest, it rose from the grave.
It took on strange garb for long eons of years
And now in your own soul the Spirit appears.

From body to body, your spirit speeds on.
It seeks a new form when the old one is gone.
And that which it finds is the fabric you wrought
On the loom of the mind from the fiber of thought.


As dew is drawn upward, in rain to descend,
Your thoughts drift away and in Destiny blend.
You cannot escape them, for petty or great,
Or evil or noble, they fashion your fate.

Somewhere on some planet, sometime and somehow,
Your life will reflect your thoughts of your now.
The law is unerring, no blood can atone.
The structure you build you will live in alone.


From cycle to cycle, through time and through space,
Your lives with your longing will ever keep pace.
And all that you ask for and all you desire
Must come to your bidding as flame out of fire.

Once list to that voice and all tumult is done.
Your life is the Life of the Infinite One.
You stop 'mid the race and are conscious of pause
With love for the purpose and love for the cause.