'Neath a Fig Tree I Pray

A Sage, I meet upon this hill,
We sit above the clouds.
We pray beneath an ancient fig
And sing with heavenly crowds.

And we are warmed by the Sun above,
We’re held by earth below,
We hope to ne’er descend the depths,
We seek to, wisdom, know.

I turn to ask a question of this
Sage within my heart,
To only then see that the sage within me
Had at last made attempt to depart.

FEATURE

THE POET & THE SAGE

When you hold in your hand
A hardcover book,
As you sit by the side
Of a quaint mountain brook,

When the world is revealed
Within each sacred page,
When great secrets are told
Of the spirit of our age,

When the Logos hath risen
And the Way is revealed,
When Alignment is found
And the Soul has been healed,

You’ll be glad that you read
This strange book of our time,
And you’ll cherish these words
That brought Wisdom, sublime. 

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