Thought
Eternally perfect some are born,
With bliss of yoga at their feet
Their aura lifts the living air,
To live and love so much is rare.
Teacher taught that path of truth,
Should not make a pleasing fool.
Non injury has its sacred place.
Birth and death, we have to face.
Examine, test, express your doubt,
With critical mind establish trust
Conviction done prepare to change,
Old views for new ones to exchange.
In the midst of austere practices
That take their toll on body health,
Good cheer and love be sustained.
Faith in Mother’s grace obtained.
To wash the feet with hearts blood
To sup in close knit fellowship
True saint will give their very all,
For the least until last curtain call.
Prayer
O eternal incomparable bliss grant that I may be neither rigid nor non-assertive, but balanced. May my faith in thee, thy teachings and my teacher be ever strong. May I be humble enough to be the servant of the servant of all.
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