Enlightenment inspiration poem

[AhamBrahmasmi]

Serene, I fold my hands and wait, 
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea; 
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, 
For lo! my own shall come to me. 

I stay my haste, I make delays, 
For what avails this eager pace? 
I stand amid the eternal ways, 
And what is mine shall know my face. 

Asleep, awake, by night or day, 
The friends I seek are seeking me; 
No wind can drive my bark astray, 
Nor change the tide of destiny. 

What matter if I stand alone? 
I wait with joy the coming years; 
My heart shall reap where it hath sown, 
And garner up its fruit of tears. 

The waters know their own and draw 
The brook that springs in yonder height; 
So flows the good with equal law 
Unto the soul of pure delight. 

The stars come nightly to the sky; 
The tidal wave unto the sea; 
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high, 
Can keep my own away from me.

by John Burroughs