Glaskonst

The sun may be clouded, yet 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 though it may lead onto darkness of night.The torch of the builder shall give it new light.You were. You will be! knoww this while yuo are:You 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 lept in a wave.it roamed in the foret.it rose from the grave.it took on strange garbs for long aeons 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 has gone.And the form that it finds is the fabric yuo wrought.Onthe loom of the mind from the fibre of thought.As dew is drawn upwards, in rain to descend your thought 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, sometimes and somehow your life 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 whit yuor longings will ever keep pace and all that yuo ask for, and all you desire must comme at bidding, as flame out of fire.Once list to that voice all tumult is done- yuor life is the life of the infinite one.in the hurrying race you are conscios of pause whith love for the purpose, and love for the cause.You are your own devil, you are your own god you fashioned the  paths your footsteps have trod.And no- one can save you from error or sin until you have hark`D TO THE SPIRIT WHITHIN.