As much wanted water's reached by boring a well,
Determined effort must be made, for a long spell
Of time, drilling deep down through rocky mental earth,
To reach Self, in spiritual heart where bides new birth.
Meeting moisture on the surface of ego's ground,
Pilgrim persists 'til blissful Self's again re-found.
The heart opens through surrender and devotion,
He feels in right side of chest a pulsating motion.
So he keeps on drilling, steady , steady, steady,
'Til his Master pulls him in when he is ready
To greet him with love and grace. In this earnest quest,
All is well, unfolding, and happens for the best.
Pilgrim's now settled happily deep in the heart,
Because he followed the bore hole drillers' art.