From mysteries of the Past
The Future is prophesied.
The Actual comes and goes
Like shadows on a tide.

Realities come and go
Like shadows on a pool, —
The leaves are for the wise man,
The shadows for the fool.

Out of the moment Now
Rises the god To-Be,
The light upon his brow
Is from eternity.

Leave dreaming to the fool
And take things as they are:
All things are in yourself,
Who stand upon a star

And look upon the stars,
And yearn with deepening breath —
All things are in yourself —
Love and Life and Death.