Please don’t pay any attention;
to what you see in me;
there’s more than one dimension;
than simply what you see.
A depth much deeper than you surmise;
defines what’s really me;
you’ll find that I hold great surprise,
in all I’m born to be.
An appointed hour, in time and space;
I selected what you see in me;
but that little flower; I can replace;
with anything I choose to be.
I am the Master’s power in waiting;
anything that I choose to be;
in any surrounding; I am relating;
what others may expect of me.
For I am the man; the Master’s soul;
created for His pleasure;
love and friendship; each my role;
the Master’s perfect treasure.
I am diminished; this present hour;
for such is now my role;
and yet, still able, to unleash power;
for I am the power of the soul.
I now appear: a wilted wildflower;
but all wisdom and strength I imbue;
I am a mere seed of the Master’s power;
and so, dear one, are you.