THE SPHINX

A grand unguilded man of stone a hundred years through time,
 Looks through remote antiquity and toward man's upward climb.
Perhaps this faultless carving took those hundred years of toil.
  But many centuries more of search its mysteries time has foiled.
Its memory holds five thousand years, in retrospect to see,
 Unbroken tides of time and space, rolling o'er life's sea.
Though carved from stone a sentient face has watched great empires rise,
  And then diffuse through selfish acts and cause their own demise.
From grandeur to decay they move until the people learn,
 The way of love, respect for all, and thus real honor earn,
Departed ages with heir hopes, sorrows, joys and pain,
 All hinging on the will of man, his intent and his aim. 

The lion's archetype formed the paws, the head was that of man,
 A symbol of respect for all, each unit of Earth's Plan,
Upon its face so mild and kind, a longing seems to say,
"Rise up and know the strength of peace, a power that in you lays."
A force that calls to higher planes, where consciousness may roam,
 In meditation's moments calm, to set life's beat and tone.
His gaze is concentrated far, beyond the landscapes verge,
 Suggesting search for living truths, where mind and soul may merge.

To find the purity of life, a mind serene as he,
 A time to light with the heart, and keep man truly free.
To dwell within that secret place where science ends its trail
 And join the fine and mystic line, where inner peace prevails,
Life's silver chalice then may blend intelligence with will,
 Where dreams and aspirations meet to join the physical.

And then when further mysteries arise from secret chambers deep,
 The cool and quiet peaceful ways, the coming age will keep.
A silent army on the march, each body cell a part
 To route the mean and petty things from kingdoms in the heart.
To live with beauty greater than, all kingdom's formed by man,
Enchanting realms of consciousness in line with the Master's Plan.