SONNETS OF EXPERIENCE
The supreme act a man or woman can perform
Is total surrender of the mind to Self alone;
Done with sincerity and highest moral tone,
Soul's then received and no longer moans forlorn.
The thief repents to steal no more, torn and worn
By conscience pricks he now really does atone,
Rejoices in freedom instead of prisoned groan,
So by surrender he knows a bright new dawn.
Like a bad boxer battered by biffs and blows,
He throws the towel into ring with real relief,
The wise aspirant who surrenders fully knows,
He's forgiven like that bad repentent thief.
Surrender is the golden key to freedom's gate,
We must act at once before it is too late!