III. Awakening

Their smiles are welcomed to awaken,
As the Ancient One is to the new-born day,
As all shackles from their selves are shaken,
And hollow voices, echo far away.

As hunks of clay, lost in the labyrinth of time,
As inspiration, bathed in the immortal shine,
As rays of crystal, streaming through the blind,
As the light which leaves all thought behind,
As vessels emptied of mankind,
As retired from the mind,
As the dreaming shadows, dancing on the wall,
As the awakened eyes cast down the hall,
As the breathing glow before the fall,
As the ancient space inside it all,
As awakeness before life or death are known,
As every object is, in every object shown,
As every ripple sparkles with the ocean’s glamour,
As the awakened gesture, seen in every manner.