Be still, the voice of Inner Self to hear,
Beneath the din of vain distracting thought,
Intent on spawning denizens of fear,
Whose task it is to render sense to naught;
What gain be there homage to tender greed,
But to be numbered midst deluded rest
Who know not of a more enduring need,
Nor can to deeper-rooted mores attest;
Would that The Way proscribe the human choice,
His gentle counsel steeped in wholesome care;
Then shall the Norm of Goodness well rejoice,
And amity prevail beyond compare.
Be still, most blessed insight to embrace,
The promise of New Life replete with Grace.
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Beneath the shining glass domain that is,
Apparent for external world to see,
Broods steadily an ocean of unease,
Creative gifts awaiting to be free;
The tension midst the known and the unknown,
Humility and openness can breach,
Then wholeness and completeness can be grown,
And one cannot the other e’er impeach;
Vain ego needs the inner self engage,
The hidden gifts of nature to explore,
No better way to dissipate all rage,
Than wholesome conjunct selfhood to adore.
Let pride and self-conceit surrender arms,
Embrace new disposition laced with charms!
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We search for endless years that niche to find,
From unrelenting meddling thoughts apart,
That ambience to inner growth resigned,
And discontent forever can depart.
Mere mortals grow accustomed to their fate,
Seduced by concrete transients for their roots;
Inclined the wiser counsel to berate,
Deferring to more palatable fruits;
Yet, deep within each selfhood there resides,
Unquenchable desire to attain
Much more, surpassing earthenware, besides,
The stuff of which endures beyond all stain,
May God his gracious gift to all decree,
That peace of ‘letting go’ and ‘letting be’!
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