Only from a perch in inner stillness
you can enjoy the turmoil around
this constant play of light and sound
By pure love and patient diligence
you may sow seeds of eternal life
in a world torn by mortal strife
No eagle soaring in the skies
no smooth sailing in the orbit
until love weaves the magic carpet
When love fills the heart
it begins to flow down
in a stream of compassion
Towards the ‘wretched of the earth’
who belong to no land
but who will herald a new birth.
(Yayati)
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