Song Of The Three Spirits
Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 4:22 pm
Death
I strode along the silent highway
with head bowed down to winter's blast.
Three faded leaves in wind astray
met me, and rustling fluttered past.
Soul
I wandered in the Autumn night
amid the dew on gleaming fields;
when shining moon shed argent light,
in which three dowry moths did wield
their powdry wings, and wheeled in swift delight.
Life
I dreamed of Silver Lotus sweet,
as in the meadow's balm I lay
beneath the golden sun whose summer heat
drew out the scents of blooms and hay.
Three lovely butterflies in play
on wispering southern breeze, so gay
above my head did sway
in od'rous air, and swiftly flew away.
Dear Lady, of the silver bloom,
three spirits, three times three,
from Death, to Soul, to Life,
came forth from out the womb
of time and space and set us free,
and pointed out the golden way.
I strode along the silent highway
with head bowed down to winter's blast.
Three faded leaves in wind astray
met me, and rustling fluttered past.
Soul
I wandered in the Autumn night
amid the dew on gleaming fields;
when shining moon shed argent light,
in which three dowry moths did wield
their powdry wings, and wheeled in swift delight.
Life
I dreamed of Silver Lotus sweet,
as in the meadow's balm I lay
beneath the golden sun whose summer heat
drew out the scents of blooms and hay.
Three lovely butterflies in play
on wispering southern breeze, so gay
above my head did sway
in od'rous air, and swiftly flew away.
Dear Lady, of the silver bloom,
three spirits, three times three,
from Death, to Soul, to Life,
came forth from out the womb
of time and space and set us free,
and pointed out the golden way.