Who is the Censer and why does he come When we plow our way through life unheedingly? He reminds us gently of our heavenly home Where the gods await our entry joyously.
We procrastinate and fill the vital's cup With joyfulness and bitterness and more, Sorrow and pain the nectar that we sup As we have done in ageless births before.
The Avatars have made great openings For us to climb above our pettiness, Our little loves, the many hurtful stings To this wondrous being garbed in thankfulness.
Go now, arise and wed the earth and skies With a life of service and a love that never dies.
Poems Undated (1727)
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