When will I be purified And live for Her in peace, content To serve Him as my Lord and guide When all the angst in me is spent. Struggle and strife are not the way, Surrender truly is the key, Acknowledge the Mother infinite play And rest in the Divinity. Many seasons, endless days I have passed in wanderings In which the vital nature stays The spirit growth, the painful stings Of separation from the source. Mother, divine, help this soul To be set right upon the course That I may reach the promised goal.
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