SAGE ALL ALONE

THE GREAT SAGE, unfathomable,free from fear,
Stands firm in our wordly field. His solitude
Beats a throbbing pulse of blest beatitude,
For all unseen, who time and space hold dear.

There being One Sheer Existence for the Seer,
No place is left in such placid plenitude,
For dark shadows false or grey, to occlude
His Sun, blazing bright behind clouds so drear.

Now his silence plays upon our weary world.
As his True Nature is Self empowered,
His grace extends,his glory is unfurled,
As lotus flowers, so's his field endowered.

He calls to Man, awake from your mundane dream!
His Grace is a rainbow robe without a seam.