Thought
He who to plunge does hesitate
Will not know the blissful state
He goes with water jug and cloth
Delighting in the state of fourth
Praise to master’s mind control
Who lives in freedom of the soul
To bear the pain and not complain
Stands surely on a higher plane
Chains whether of iron or gold
Will the prisoner fast still hold
For lion’s freedom to restore
Announces with a mighty roar
To hot or cold rock impervious
In detached attention glorious
For neither am I food nor eater
Nor am I the food processor
For I am Self and all in all
Hunger cannot make me fall
Prayer
O Lord I am a fool to think I am flesh, bones and sinew; yet I am Thine. Grant that I may serve Thee on the one hand and be always aware of perfection on the other. May I be attached only to Thee. Fill me with Thy Blessed Being.
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