Circle of Light

By Jeffrey Armstrong

om namo bhagavate vasudevaya

Circle of light, revolving endlessly in space,
Shaping with subtle beams the lines of every face,
As above, so below, each action finds its place.
Projected from another plane, desire sped,
Bursting origin of fire, smoldering red,
Deep crack from the mines of doom and the cosmic head.
This evolved into a power fair, songs that rejoice,
The word broke free and sang, the day a shining voice,
Left and right turning back, paradox wisdom's choice.
To live and living divide the One to sexes,
Clever fingers braid three strands, a twisted nexus,
Information aped the brain, churning complexes.
Breast of heaven, pearled orb, swift mother of fate,
Two solidified as four, fluid Southern gate,
Home and haven, medicine, kindness conquers hate.
Bright heart, the pyramid, to focus every ray,
Offspring of light, born on the lotus, truth to say,
Lion in the night, golden, roaring forth as day.
Hidden, yet open, the Virgin where none suspects,
Soft spot, decision, daily learning to protect,
This craftsman building bright new worlds with intellect.
Conflict to culture grows; love is the highest law,
Dancing rainbows, blind on the canvas, what she saw
Lives in dreams, I am many, we must learn to draw.
Deep desire burns death, dark immortality,
This secret seed will grow into eternity,
Death to life, dying clings with great tenacity.
Now the vision, man breaks forth, eyes upon the goal,
Every star is truth in fragments, a greater whole
Calls answers, food to feast, the beast now serves the soul.
Dark light is where all is shadow, time to wake the spore,
Triumph, wisdom, slave to logic's law, peace or war,
Father-time, master, watching at the unknown door.
Future peace, which hangs upon the universal,
Listening to inner voices, who will heed the call?
To understand the circle must include us all.
Dreams, now visions turning, the whole is in each part,
There in the universe, which is the human heart,
End and beginning, right before another start.
Bright circle of light, reaching out its lines to trace
Designs of infinity, on the human face,
As above so below, each action filled with grace.

om namo bhagavate vasudevaya