My sister had chanced upon this poem over 15 years ago. We both loved this poem. The words really resonated and a copy of the poem found a place of honor in our room. Over time, the page became dusted and brown. The words would pop in and out of memory each time our eyes saw the paper. And when we moved, the poem was forgotten. Temporarily. It surfaced again one day online…and this time it stayed.
The sun may be clouded yet ever the sun
Will sweep on it’s course ’till the cycle has run
And when into chaos the system is hurled
Again shall the builder reshape a new world.
Your path maybe clouded uncertain your goal.
Move on – for your orbit is fixed to your soul
And though it may lead into darkness of night.
You were you will be! Know this while you are:
Your spirit has traveled both long and afar.
It came from the source, to the source it returns –
The spark which was lighted 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 in the soul of yourself it appears
From body to body your spirit speeds on
It seeks a new form, when the old one has gone.
And the form that it takes, is the fabric you wrought
On the loom of the mind from the fire of thought
As dew is drawn upward in rays 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.
My 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 longings will ever keep pace.
And all that you ask for and all you desire
Must come at your bidding, as flame out of fire.
Once list, to the voice and all tumult is done –
Your life is the life of the infinite one.
In the hurrying race you are conscious of pause.
With love for the purpose, and love for the cause.
You are your own Devil you are your own God
You fashioned the paths your footsteps have trod.
And no one can save you from error or sin,
Until you have harked to the spirit within.
~ Author unknown