On that morning when I first became alive And knew my self a tiny speck in space All the wandering youth in me was stilled. When I met Mother and was touched by Grace. But years pass on, the way is touched with fire The body and the will not in accord, Seeking something deep within yet higher As one whose opened soul has heard the Word.
Now time seems compressed and Agni's flame No longer ablaze although alive within Urges us to always keep the Name, Protector of the sacred from all sin.
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