Jan. 17, 2005
Greed still holds the world and us in thrall Desire captivates our hearts and more, Often leads the spirit to its fall And the progress of the body we ignore. The intimate Supreme felicity Who sits within and still cannot be found Eludes us by His sheer proximity Lest silence reign on consecrated ground. But now the moment comes, the voice is heard That counsels us to find the secret cave The sacred Om, first and final Word, Where dwells the light the Unborn Spirit gave, Shedding Ego's hard and brilliant mask, Conscious walk again the upward Way, Resume the Spirit's quest, the age-old task, Transforming life, man's debt to God repay.
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