MASTER, like a Sapphire brilliant, bright,
Self's blue lotus, nestling deep in my heart
Lies bound, its calyx tightly wrapped, pray start
Its unfolding by warmth.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 the veil, reveal her might!
Blue lotus rooted in the mire of strife
Flowers in the fresh waters of your space,
She needs help, sent from your 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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