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Lo! What s assurance sustains here,
Light, joy, energy, -pervades,
Dispels all clumsy-complex ,
No shade of darkness is there.
The face casts mystic transparency,
And mirrors the distilled -self,
The glance of the eyes, well neighs,
Wiping away the flickered elves.
The smile washes all beguiles,
With showers of beacon-divine,
Its gentle breeze, lightly arises,
The soul-like sun from disciple's shrine.
The wave of the hand, ministers grace,
And transcends the mind to heavenly realm,
From depth unknown, there is sown,
The seed of emaciation's psalm.
The feet radiates tinged glow, for follower's salvation,
The occult treasure, with no measure,
Comes, wilds, shines, and creates commotion.
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The poem speaks of the divine significance of a Spiritual Master