Thought
Silk worms spin tirelessly
Eating leaves of mulberry
Illusions’ threads entangling
Weeping sorrows suffering
Loved ones lost are not our own
Belonging not to us or home
Veiled like some fine spun thread
Truth in truth nothing to dread
None penetrates the mystic play
That’s why Master used to say
Care not to understand this web
Pure devotion at thy feet instead
Prayer
O Lord my earnest prayer is simple; it is the prayer of a simple child. May I have pure devotion for thy feet and pure knowledge of Thee.
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