Silver Car by Deep Pulse
This is also a free download for all our readers. Recorded in 2000 with Kitty Bishop
Saturday, 10 September 2011
The sky may be cloudy but ever the sun will sweep on its course till the cycle is run.
And when into chaos the system is hurled, again shall the builder reshape a new world.
Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal: move on - for your orbit is fixed to your soul.
And although it may lead into darkness of night the torch of the builder shall give it new light.
You were. You will be. Know this while you are: your spirit has travelled both long and afar.
It came from the source, to the source it returns, the spark which was lighted eternally burns.
It slept in a jewel. It leapt in a wave. It roamed in a forest. It rose from the grave.
It took on strange garbs for long eons of years and now in the soul of yourself it appears.
From body to body your spirit speeds on. It seeks a new form when the old one has gone.
And the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought on the loom of the mind from the fibre of thought.
As dew is drawn upwards, in rain to descend, your thoughts drift away and in destiny blend.
You cannot escape them, for petty or great, or evil or noble, they fashion your fate.
Somewhere on some planet, sometime and somehow, your life will reflect your thoughts of your now.
My law is unerring, no blood can atone - the structure you built you will live in alone.
From cycle to cycle, through time and through space, your lives with your longings will ever keep pace.
All that you ask for and all you desire must come at your bidding, as flames from a fire.
Once list’ to that voice and all tumult is done, your life is the life of the Infinite One.
In the hurrying race you are conscious of pause, with love for the purpose and love for the cause.
You are your own devil, you are your own God. You fashioned the paths that your footsteps have trod.
And no-one can save you from error of sin until you have harked to the spirit within.
Attributed to a Maori
Author Unknown. Published by Charles Bishop.