Treasure Island

Aram Stefanian

(20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)

Namaste


I press my hands together and hold them near the heart
With my head gently bowed, and say, ''Namaste''
To worship the deity within you, like the occult art
To reach in and touch the Self it's the most direct way
I bow before Paramatma in every human being
Cause all souls are divine, all existence-holy
If I lessen my sense of ego, I'll keep that divine feeling
When the self meets the Self in the mundane folly
The union of hands is the oneness of dual cosmos
To bring together spirit and matter, the divine and the lower
Putting you in touch with your soul without feeling cross
To remain humble by gaining the healing inner power

Submitted: Sunday, October 29, 2006
Edited: Saturday, October 30, 2010

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