My Law —Unknown
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 into darkness of night  (Cont'd)

The Voice — To create our new dream, to change our lives and do what we have come to do, to know our path; this will come about when we completely forgive all we have done to harm ourselves. And we will forgive ourselves only when we take time to hear the quiet Voice from within—and recognize that it speaks from love.

The Voice speaks to everyone who wants to listen, most times not in words, but in feelings of knowingness. It speaks all that we are willing to hear. Often, though, we do not...

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The torch of the Builder shall give it new light.

You were. You will be! And know this while you are,

our 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 leapt in a wave.

It roamed in the forest. It rose from the grave.

It took on strange garbs for long eons of 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 one has gone.

The form that it finds is the fabric you wrought

On the loom of the mind from the fibre of Thought.

As dew is drawn upwards, in rain to descend,

Your thoughts 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, sometime and somehow,

Your life will reflect all those thoughts of your Now.

My Law is unerring; no blood can atone.

The structure you build, you will live in—alone.

From cycle to cycle, through time and through space,

Your lives with your longing will ever keep pace,

And that that you ask for, and all you desire

Must come at your bidding, as flame out of fire.

Once list to that Voice and all tumult is done-

Your life is the Life of the Infinite One.

In the hurrying race, you are conscious of pause

With love for the purpose, and love for the Cause.

You are your own Devil, you are your own God.

You fashioned the paths that your footsteps have trod. <br

And no one can save you from Error or Sin

Until you have hark'd to the Spirit within.