I sit alone in the twilight,
Dreaming — but not as of old;
Blind to the flickering fire-light,
Mystic visions my spirit enfold.
What means this struggle within me,
This new hope of a far-off goal ?
This fighting against superstition,
That would fetter my awakening soul?
Why cannot I pray as I once did,
For self before all the world ?
Whence came the flash of lightning
That self from its pedestal hurled ?
But what if I’m struggling blindly,
What if this new hope is vain,
Can I go back to my old faith ?
A voice whispers — “Never again”.
So I will press forward — believing
Hands unseen will guide to the goal,
And tho’ dim yet the light on my pathway,
Nirväna breathes peace to my soul. [Page 267]
