Here alone in the storm rushing by I write these poems hoping still to find Some glimpse of thy supernal majesty To give some peace to the restless mind
Whose windows open to the beautiful, The fair and all the wonderment of life Of one who came along to Thee so full Of ego sense and deep internal strife.
How swiftly you did lift from me all cares In moments when I knelt before your feet, But only the hero soul who truly dares The foreboding heights can safely greet
The Mother, supreme creative force who guides The sun, the stars, the galaxies and fate. Upon her consciousness creation rides In the simple, the weak, the strong, the humble, the great.
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