17) The Way of the Aspirer

With a wry smile he silently watched,
The forlorn moments on the path he'd embarked
A Tug of war between destiny and fate was at play
knew he ,his life could swing either way.

In the minds silent waters a psychic ripple had spread,
But the worldly movements bound him to nature instead .
The lower vital had to be forever shed;
For the complete revelation of the inner Godhead.

Mankind's battle had to be won,
To end a tussle as old as the sun.
Calling the Mighty heavens he pleaded for grace,
To become the perfect instrument for the human race

When the immortal destiny would transform the mortal fate,
In the silvery present, future shall open it's golden gate.
Then the instrument shall deftly follow the road of the master,
And one day, the aspiring son shall surpass the Divine father.