My Law - Tieme Ranapiri

The sun may be clouded, but ever the sun
Will sweep on it's 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
The torch of the Builder will give it new light.

You were.  You shall be.  Know this while you are;
Your 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 aeons 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,
And 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 your thoughts of your Now.
My Law is unerring, no blood can atone -
The structure you built you will live in - alone.

From cycle to cycle, through time and through space
Your lives with your longings will eve keep pace,
And all that you ask for, and all you desire
Must come out of 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 your footsteps have trod.
And no one can save you from Error or Sin
Until you have harked to the Spirit within.
                                                                                             Anon Maori.

A note in my scrapbook indicates that this was given to me in 1980 by Albert Best after he read it out at a service at Bon Accord SNU Church, Aberdeen.