O, Goddess,
You're my light,
You're the lilt of soul,
You're my forward beat
That marches me onward
And gives me purpose;
You're my desire,
You're fulfilment,
You're the track on which
Runs my life's coach.
O, Goddess,
You're my innate Self,
You're conscience,
You're the subtle melody
That sprouts in my soul;
You're my true beacon
For right or wrong;
You're my North Star
That gives direction
And depth to my path.
O, Goddess,
You're my temple,
Its sanctum sanctorum;
You build my bridge
To my silent soul
And fill me with the joy
Of discovering the Self;
Enswathed in halo,
You flood radiance
That enthralls my whole.
O, Goddess,
You're my heaven,
Life, existence;
You're inner voice,
I seek to decipher;
Though you're within me,
You're beyond me:
My essence and salvation,
The end I always strive,
Only striving I remain.
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