Thought
Fire split in sixteen parts thereof
One of these was purest love
Diluted not with blemish taint
Self-love, greed, or action feint
No love if serving hands avoid
No love if gentle speech devoid
No love if words inspire us not
No love if there’s a spoiling blot
Ecstatic love attracts and spreads
Its aura raises hearts and heads
In love’s hot furnace flaming red
Old tendencies eclipsed and shed
With tenderness and motherly care
This sixteenth flame all efforts spare
Close to helmsman’s guiding way
Under spell of love’s ecstatic sway
Prayer
O Lord most love is love of self. Grant that my love echoes Thine. Grant me that purity of heart that raises ecstatic love. A love that burns and overflows to every manifested being. Let Thy pure flame of love burns the dross of selfish desire.
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