So often with a slyness they arrive And if by our tapasya we would strive To prohibit their entry through the brain, Stealthily they try again and again Until we learn to surrender and in trust We offer to the Mother all our lust, Our falsehoods and our ill begotten dreams Which seem to flow continually in streams And attempt to interrupt transforming force, Belaying our attempts to run the course Arriving at a unity with God, We who once emerged from the sod And now would partner souls in our peace Bringing to earth the love that shall not cease.
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