The Law


The sun may be clouded , yet ever the sun

will sweep on its course till the cycle in run.

And when into 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 were. You will be ! Know this while you are :

your spirit has travelled both long and afar.

It came from the source, to the source it returns -

tha spark which was lighted eternally burns.


It slept in a jewel, it lept in a wave.

It roamed in the forest, it rose from the grave .

It took on strange garbs for long aeons of years

and now in the soul of yourself it happens.


From body to body your spirit speeds on

it seeks a new forn when the old one has gone.

And the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought

on the loom of the mind from the fibre og thought.


As dew if drawn upwards, 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, sometimes and somehow

your life will reflect your thoughts of your now.

My law is unerring, no blood can atone -

the structure you built 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 that 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 or 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 hark`d to the spirit within.