Let me seek you in that silence
Beyond the horizons of mind
Where my little ego
Doesn't exist
Flows always from where
The fountain of your grace
Let me lost in that silence
Giving up the ideas
Of good and bad
The smoke of desires
May not corrupt
The fragnance of your presence
Let me guided by that silence
Into the hearth of purity
The ember of the soul
May purify my heart
And in your lap
I may lose my sense
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SpiritualThe word,the form,the charm,the glory and grace Are missioned sparks from a stupendous Fire; A sample from the laboratory of God Of which he holds the patent upon earth, Comes to him wrapped in golden coverings; He listens for Inspiration's post...
