I live now more aware of the hand of Grace Touching all the world with Shiva's dance I bow to those who represent a race Leaving behind the chains of fate and chance,
Whose souls have opened and the mind subdued To the thought-streams entering at will For all the pain and beauty I have viewed Cannot the longing of my being fill
When there is still such progress to be made, The emptying of ego and false pride For all we know is nothing but a shade Under which our nature tries to hide
From the brilliance of the spirit's view, The Godhead's face seen only by the few.
Poems Undated (1727)
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