O Soul

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O Soul

Poem — An Invocation To The Master #367

What hope for thee dear soul marooned here
On an island patch of awareness amidst
This baffling ocean of ignorance and despair,
Drowning the better dreams in thy remit.

To loiter thus in prison cells of wake and sleep,
These chambers of common-place mediocrity,
Thy sky leaping days only in memory to keep
And trudge tiredly in this bog of mortality.

Rue not O hero-flame barred for adventure of light,
Foes mighty remain to be slain, antagonists old
Who ruled since earth grew solid in watery night,
The first born brood of what Brahma conceived.

In the dragon-lair are yet heard the dying throes,
Echoes of a battle mighty when stepped in
Our Champion Supreme into the infernal base
To sunder the root of this world’s damnation.

Endure then O soul this lone oppressing night,
Our fortunes’ll grow brighter when our Master deems it right.