In the breathing out and the breathing in Let the mantric prayer begin. For amidst the silence there descends A thread of truth that somehow mends
The tattered fabric of the mind, And in the stillness one may find Through repetition of the Name, A song to set the soul aflame.
Glissandi of heaven's descending trills The hidden sanctuary fills, Healing the ravaged and wounded earth, Attending the superhuman birth.
Through the darkness dawns the light That breaks upon our blinded sight.
Poems Undated (1727)
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