Feb 27, 2022

Inner Fortress

 When Hours and Days Are
Whirling in a Crazy Vortex of Outer Life

Olga Attovna Fedorova

The medieval Castle of the city of Santa Maria da Feira, in Portugal
When hours and days are whirling
In a crazy vortex of outer life,
Their excitement soon is crawling
In our minds, as they grow rife.
Such thoughts a lasting web are weaving
In which our vigilance is stuck
And our heart or soul deceiving,
Bringing to it but little luck.
Why shouldn’t we construct a fortress
In our mind, to become a calm refuge
To our soul - eternal, spotless,
That doesn’t take the worldly subterfuge?
From such fortress’ highest tower
The outer world below must be observed,
As one saves for important deeds a power
That is to be accumulated, and preserved.
(29 November, 2018)
Russian Theosophist Olga Attovna Fedorova is an associate of the Independent Lodge of Theosophists, ILT, and lives in the outskirts of Moscow.
The above poem was published in the associated websites on 27 February 2022.
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Helena Blavatsky (photo) wrote these words: “Deserve, then desire”.