Inspiration sparked by the mystical beauty of Teresa of Ávila’s ‘Interior Castle’

Soul of wisdom, soul of truth,
Soul of blessed heart divine,
In the mansion of your truth
I rest within your precious climes
In sultry dusks intrepid hearts
Will rise to rein their glory home,
Their pounding power beats the turf
Devouring illusions sown
Within a grist that’s milled its troubled last
A thousand billion years,
That tortured itself with the past:
A myriad treaties for its tears
And suddenly it hears a sigh
Its own beginning breaking through
The troubled stance it sought continuance
Within its darkened truths
Admonishing itself at once
For failing heretofore to see
The power of decision
In the mind that chooses to be free
Arise, arise, and hearken to
The deepest truth you cannot bear,
That rising through your choice for darkness,
Waking through a chorus fair
Succumbing to the glorious song
Angelic harmonies become
The coalescence of the soul
Divided from the precious One
The sacrosanct, the chiming bell
That in each soul will ever sing
To welcome hearts that ache
To witness to its clear and gentle ring
The call to dive within the soul
To taste the pleasures sweet and deep,
That humble minds can slide within
Its wealth of treasures here to reap
And rising, as the phoenix
In its mighty wings the power be,
To recognise illusions
And to let the mind soar free
No fight is heard, no struggle won
For as you turn and look behind,
You recognise the past is gone
All are released, the things of time
From here within the instant
Of such powerful clarity,
The wisdom of your rising heart
Takes root within your majesty