Spirit Roads
Sonnet
Published on October 12, 2020
Spirit Roads
Sonnet
I have shed the busy littleness of man,
Stand absolved from insistences human.
My being’s chambers are all being emptied,
Wrested details I had assiduously studied.
The little I is no more sovereign ruler
Been usurped of crown by a Power
That knows all my crafted arguments
And all my packed assembly of deterrents.
Through this new thicket of spirit-forest
I must find my ground for action bright.
In careful muster of will is the alchemy
And all the occult skill of Yoga’s artistry.
The spirit roads are made by walking
By new-minted methods of our own making.