Twin-Divine
A Sonnet
Published on October 11, 2017
Twin-Divine
A Sonnet
Mother Master, our Twin-Divine
Architects of our Yoga beyond Time.
Transform us whole from head to toe
Spare not the higher or the depths below.
In every lair seems planted Thy word
Thy occult-light protecting us as a sword.
Body, bone and every living tissue
Now rid themselves of every old issue.
Vacant my being, my ship halts mid-waters
And last vestiges of time-born me falters.
My mind and life and heart now do urge
For Thy transmuting fire and its upward surge.
Grant us now a higher birth to the One,
Wombed by Thee in a gold-spirited Sun.