Thought
Wide awake when people meet
Poor, deprived or rich elite
Gain or loss their action brings
As causal realm pulls in those things
Like space around rose flower beds
In subtle waves its fragrance spreads
So cosmic beams unfailing mould
Beneath the thoughts as scenes unfold
Five senses deal with elements
Formed or mixed ingredients
We add or change to suit our need
In ways that make our lives succeed
But when constituents are free
From perceptions and their quality
They work beyond sense boundary
As pure waves in their primacy
Prayer
O graceful Lord, thou art all the world and beyond. Thou art the ocean and the waves and the three states of consciousness. My vision is only the crest of a crest of a wave. Grant me your divine vision to see and feel your creative force.