3.11.2024
Worshipping the burning sun I know my path is new begun, And though I tread the golden way Often do I willingly stray From all the moments of their grace When I cannot keep the timeless pace The aspirants of yoga need. Yet Mother planted in me the seed Of consecration and of love, Descended from those heights above And now that I have learned to give I know the Truth and in it live.
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