The Message and the Meaning
I was a dreamer who dreamt a thousand dreams
Of sunlight and the whispering of leaves
And flowers in tall grasses by the streams
Of childhood's faint and aching memories
And those who came to me in the sleep of night,
The spirit's teachers who magically appeared
In strange and flowing raiment all in white.
And when they came nothing in me feared
The occult or the reason I was brought
To those mystic sessions in the ancient East.
Initiate though I was, I was taught
Lessons that to this day have never ceased
Though unintelligible to outward mind
And rarely opening to mind's recall
Lodged within the secret heart I find
The message and the meaning of it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem