| 11 July 2010
The sun may be clouded yet ever the sun
Will sweep on its course till the cycle is run
And when into chaos the system is hurled
Again shall the Builder re-shape 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 to the 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 comes from the Source, to the Source it returns-
The spark which was lighted, eternally burns.
It slept in the jewel. It leapt in a wave,
It roamed in the forest. It rose from the grave.
It took on strange garbs for eons of years
And now in the soul of yourself it appears
From body to body your Spirit moves on
It seeks a new form 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 fabric of thought.
As dew is drawn upwards, in rain to descend
Your thoughts drift away and in destiny blend
You never 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 thought of the 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 longing 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 pace 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.
Attributed to Maori - Tieme Ranapiri
