Touched by majesty
Bathed in glorious mystery
Surely shaken, perhaps awakened
Worked, played, meditated, celebrated
We knew it was time in magic.
When the moment passed
Some put away the treasure
Knowing that when the time was right
We’d bring it forth and let it shine.
So we burrowed, and integrated
Hibernated and some emigrated
There were those who propagated
Even a few were castigated
And Still the treasure we knew
Lived in us—our life.
Been hiding in the dark lying wait
Searching for the time of Now.
As time came, always knew it would,
To shine, to share, to be aware.
Need not wait, no more
For surely Now – is the time to
Unto ourselves – the Light.
This poem is from a collection of stories and essays from along the Way titled From Lemurs to Lamas: Confessions of a Bodhisattva.
“Be ye lamps unto yourselves,
be a refuge to yourselves.
Hold fast to Truth as a lamp;
hold fast to the Truth as a refuge.
Look not for a refuge in anyone beside yourselves.
And those, who shall be a lamp unto themselves,
shall betake themselves to no external refuge,
but holding fast to the Truth as their lamp,
and holding fast to the Truth as their refuge,
they shall reach the topmost height.”
Buddha’s Farewell Message to Ananda