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 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:  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 garbs for long eons of years: And now 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 finds is the fabric you wrought: On the loom of the Mind from the fibre of Thought.
As dew is 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, sometime and somehow: Your life will reflect your thoughts of your Now.
My Law in 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 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 hark'd to the Spirit within.

 

 

                                                         (Attributed to a Maori)