The Pauper and the King

The Pauper and the King Down here we grovel on the earth We didn’t ask to take this birth Says the soul unconscious then For they do not remember when As children of the living King Who said I send you down to win To prove yourself when all seems lost To do my will, never mind the cost With our begging bowl in hand Our head we bury in the sand And seek to eek out our living here The universe responds then to our fear And gives us what we visualize See what you want, if you are wise I Am the child of the King In my heart, I hold his ring With the stamp of immortal fire On the path, I shall not tire No more scrounging, head held low For my source is not below I rise unto the cosmic mind The...