UNFOLDING

"All is very well, unfolding as it should, so trust that Great Power which knows the way." Robert Adams

With pure devotion, when hearing Truth Supreme,
Sweet blossoms on the tree, bloom as Self replete.
If time impedes its flowering, 'cross the stream,
Time will stop, and usher in Love's dower complete.

The fool who prays for selfish ends desired,
Seeks mental fulfillment, not finding, starts
To yearn for real happiness, by God inspired.
This aspiration granted stays still at heart .

In love with the Holy One, the soul unceasing,
Glides like the pure white swan of deep devotion
On darkling lake; divings into heart increasing.
With God's barque to guide us over worldly ocean
The Soul suffers to unfold, as Self, clear sky,
Of Awareness, all wise, unlidded, all seeing Eye.