My Law - tieme ranapiri
 
 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 you new light.
 
 You were. You will be! Know this while you are
 Your spirit has travelled both long and afar
 It came form the Source, to the Source it returns
 The Spark which was lighted eternally burns.
 
 It slept in a jewel. It lept in a wave.
 It roamed in the forest. It rose from the grave.
 It took on strange garbs for long eons 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 to descend
 Your thoughts drift away and in Destiny blend.
 You cannot escape them, for petty or great,
 Or evil or noble, they fashion your Fate.
 
 Somewhere on some planet, sometime and somehow
 Your life will reflect your thought of your Now.
 My Law is unerring, no blood can atone
 The structure you built you will live in - alone.
 
 From cycle to cycle, through time and through space
 Your lives with your longings will ever keep pace
 And all that you ask for, and all you desire
 Must come at your bidding, as flame out of fire.
 
 Once list' to that Voice and all tumult is done
 Your life is the Life of the Infinitive One.
 In the hurrying race you are conscious of pause
 With love for the purpose, and love for the Cause.
 
 You are your own Devil, you are your own God
 You fashioned the paths your footsteps have trod.
 And no one can save you from Error or Sin
 Until you have hark'd to the Spirit within.
 
 attributed to a Maori