And when I placed my head upon Her lap I knew Her as my mother who had been My guidance through a thousand centuries Seen at times, yet other times unseen,
Comforter and teacher of the way Whose Force would shatter were it not for love Divine that held the spirit on its course. And then one day I felt Her in my heart
Stationed there that never I might stray From the Integral Yoga of the Lord The music She had told me to bring down. It surely comes but haltingly at times.
Through the majesty of choirs singing OM In Her my seeking soul has found its home.
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