Body of Earth — Possibility

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Body of Earth — Possibility

A Sonnet

Body of earth, a far faint echo of the One
Blooms to watering light of a lesser Sun.
By seed of man, the womb-cased infant
By form the timeless diminished to an instant.

The body is the last mask of the Spirit,
A temple that awaits its Deity without limit. 
The stations in mind and vital are done
By His Yoga and Her Golden-Sun.

The last Inconscient cave is too breached
By their labour Vijñāna the foundation reached. 
An upward gaze now meets a downturned grace
The body can now reveal the spirit’s face.

Our acts by a tapas bridge us to the new physical
This bridge made by our walking the only miracle.

Picture Courtesy: Jane Adam’s Art, do check the site.