The truths of inner world reveals,
In light and shadow of meditative tale,
The screens of mind fades by and by,
The soul rises in timeless highs.
Distant sounds echoes in inward ear,
Oracle with no voice, the yogi hears,
The body gets weightless, as spirit peeps,
The crops of divinity, -the devotee reaps.
The spiritual master draws the chariot of mind,
Mines of silver, gold, and diamonds, -one finds,
The joy of soul's emancipation comes as boon,
The ardent aspirant visits within the flourishing moon.
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