Thursday, November 12, 2009

its always at the beginning each day

unrelenting mind at helm
subdue your bolting run
grace from hari nam we beg
all else brings only harm

offer your heavy head down low
allow within the grace
speak softly now these holy words
let gross mundanity erase

infuse my soul the strength to win
against the maddened race
i seek yet the eternal plane
and phenomena efface.

consciousness the secret key
of all that we behold
scent it with Your fragrant touch
Your alchemy unfold

seek the higher ground
which chaos never sees
where everything exists
for You in order to please

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