Bear me a fire to transform my soul Anoint me with the Paradisal oil Bring me silence in a golden bowl And manna to sustain my age-long toil.
Offer me fragrant flowers as I prepare To drink my fill from sacramental streams, And wash away the dust of earthly care. Robe me in starlight and the moon's silver beams
And guide my spirit gently to slowly come, Cleansed of impatience, ego, desire, deceit And the accumulations I called my home, Once more to kneel before Her lotus feet.
Poems Undated (1727)
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