in early times
Dharma
the law of the fold
vedas empower all
nature through nature expressed
Atman control the void
Brahmana in the sun
essence
moving around the orbs
what is is right
upon the Devas
who art thou?
wilt a sacrifice?
Samsara set early life?
strings of life attached
spokes to my nothing
Brahmana?
pulled in pushed outward through
my thread snapped
Vayu true blue color
one with the pull of self
all is the ether
nothing knows but it
Agni of Yoga my soul
he is he: I am I
principle of every self
I am the looking glass of the cosmos
colors of the heart
white
rainbow: changing form
tree of truth, stand firm
Prana fullfill
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