the Door is Wide

the Door is Wide

There’s a moon in the trees
Stars on the breeze
Silently watching at twilight time
Birds are debating
The whole world is waiting
Someone is singing:
Its spring inside.

Beat the drum; pluck the lyre
Sing and dance for friends
Have arrived
Some with flowers:
Freshness of youth
Some with gold and precious stone
(Which time and trial wore clear and smooth)

Each with a core
To capture light
To open a little and
Spread it wide
Secret away
Across sea and time
From whence it came
Perhaps they’ll know
Sing and pray
Smiling true

The Master comes
(His door is wide)
Rejoice; rejoice:
There’s warmth and love and light inside.

– Sadhak Hearst.


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