As dew is drawn upward, in rain to descend, Your thoughts drift away and in destiny blend. You cannot escape them; or petty, or great, Or evil, or noble, they fashion your fate.
Somewhere on some planet, sometime and somehow, Your life will reflect all the thoughts of your now. The law is unerring; no blood can atone; The structure you rear you must live in alone.
From cycle to cycle, through time and through space, Your lives with your longings will ever keep pace. And all that you ask for, and all you desire, Must come at your bidding, as flames 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, And no one can save you from error or sin, Until you shall hark to the Spirit within.
A soul immortal, Time, God everywhere, Without, within—how can a heart despair, Or talk of failure, obstacles, and doubt? (What proofs of God? The little seeds that sprout, Life, and the solar system, and their laws. Nature? Ah, yes; but what was Nature’s cause?)
All mighty words are short: God, life, and death, War, peace, and truth, are uttered in a breath. And briefly said are love, and will, and time; Yet in them lies a majesty sublime.
Love is the vast constructive power of space; Time is the hour which calls it into place; Will is the means of using time and love, And bringing forth the heart’s desires thereof.
The way is love, the time is now, and will The patient method. Let this knowledge fill Thy consciousness, and fate and circumstance, Environment, and all the ills of chance Must yield before the concentrated might Of those three words, as shadows yield to light.
Go, charge thyself with love; be infinite And opulent with thy large use of it: ’Tis from free sowing that full harvest springs; Love God and life and all created things.
Learn time’s great value; to this mandate bow, The hour of opportunity is Now, And from thy will, as from a well-strung bow, Let the swift arrows of thy wishes go. Though sent into the distance and the dark, The dawn shall prove thy arrows hit the mark.