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  Maori Poem by Tieme Ranapiri  My Law  The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun Will sweep on its course till the Cycle is run. And when into chaos the system is hurled Again shall the Builder reshape a new world. Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal: Move on for your orbit is fixed to your soul. And though it may lead into darkness of night The torch of the Builder shall give it new light. You were. You will be! Know this while you are: Your spirit has travelled both long and afar. It came from the Source, to the Source it returns The Spark which was lighted eternally burns. It slept in a jewel. It leapt in a wave. It roamed in the forest. It rose from the grave. It took on strange garbs for long aeons of years And now in the soul of yourself It appears. From body to body your spirit speeds on It seeks a new form when the old one has gone And the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought On the loom of the Mind from the fibre of Thought. As dew is drawn upwards, in rain t