Guest guest Posted July 6, 2009 Report Share Posted July 6, 2009 PRACTISE A lamp is lit to burn in my spirit's hearth, I rest in rosy red of dawn with God who's One. For at my core he shines blazing like the Sun. Let sandal wood breathe and perfume Earth, Letting petty 'me' go, to start new birth. The art of diving deep within, is my own Earnest practise, solemnly bowing down My ashen head at His lotus feet, to know The oil in my camphor lamp* will flow. The quest itself's derived from fear of death, At edge of brink to that far off ocean depth, I catch a glimpse of light from down below, And sink within,letting sad world float away. As old day fades, my flame shall always stay! *Camphor burnt in votive lamps leaves no residue Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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