Light your sanctum sanctorum
With a lamp that never blows out;
Deep within the self's space,
Where non but you can ever reach;
The surreal light of the soulful lamp,
The radiant glow of the crystal-pure self
Strains in twilight, if exposed outside.
Keep your lamp in safe shelf
From the violent gust of chill winds
That blow across your backdoor;
A breach in shady backdoor walls
Invites breeze that raps the lamp
To plunge all in a pond of darkness.
The warmth and light of the inner lamp
Like pure sunshine of bright sunlight
Awakens self from the gulf of void;
It shows up new worlds of light and hope,
New truths new beauty that unwrap new world
It shows new paths to strive and reach
The nebulous goal of peace and contentment.
The lamp is yours, yours always,
Deep within your self's space
To light your world, to warm innards
Till defences break, confidence cracks
And spectres of fear and despair invade
And throttle the lamp, out of life.
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