Realize my friend
That the cup of life
Becomes richer and riper,
Firmer and stronger,
Only in movement;
In this and this alone,
If only thou wouldst see,
Lies the great secret
Of Eternal Life.
Life, my friend, is something
Higher than a mere measuring
Of losses and gains.
Often times life demands of the soul
A supreme assertion and a self-expression
Defying the heaviest odds:
But quite as often it
Simply means the complete
And full surrender
Of that soul.
To visualise life, therefore,
Only in terms of today
And tomorrow is wrong:
For life is a constant forward
Urge – eternal, ever fresh,
Ever young and ever free.
If thou be alive, my friend,
Then make thine own world:
Man indeed, if only he knew,
Is the mystic symbol of
The creation of the universe:
Be, and it becomes.