In the morning when the golden flowers fall And in the stillness of the afternoon Or evening when You hear our silent call Asking for that sole and priceless boon,
Our prayers with incense rise throughout the tree. It seems as if the earth aspires here And Truth's descent shall surely set us free Bathed in the Samadhi's atmosphere.
This kingly trunk, these branches signify Service first to God and then to race. O come to us Transcendent One we cry Nothing can we achieve without the Grace.
This world is a divinely chosen place, The home of light in gold eternity.
Poems Undated (1727)
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