Tuesday 8 December 2009


MASTER, like a Sapphire brilliant, bright,
My sky blue lotus, nestling deep at heart
Lies bound, its calyx tightly wrapped, pray start
Its unfolding by heat.Ignite pure light
To waken Love: dispel soul's dark night
Of ignorance by white rays, beamed to dart
To heart's core, biding in her caverned part.
Self's hiding behind a veil, reveal her might!

Sky blue lotus rooted in mire so rife,
Flowers in the pure waters of your space,
She needs help, sent from ever boundless grace.
The well honed blade of your pruning knife
Cuts weeds, so she may blossom in her place,
To adorn the altar of your Temple, Life!

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