The eternal Dream

The eternal Dream

is borne on the wings of ageless Light

that rends the veil of the vague

and goes across Time

weaving ceaseless patterns of Being.

The mystery remains dumb,

the meaning of this pilgrimage,

the endless adventure of existence —

whose rush along the sky

flames up into innumerable rings of paths,

till at last knowledge gleams out from the dusk

in the infinity of human spirit,

and in the dim lighted dawn

she speechlessly gazes through the break in the mist

at the vision of Life and of Love

rising from the tumult of profound pain and joy.