Om

"Light a candle, curse the glare..."

"Paint a tilak on your brow,
Open like a lotus flower,
it's time to check your karma now..."



I sing, and what was a blight, is vanished.
I sing, and before me is this infinite beauty.
I sing, and all blight is gone, and only strength and beauty remain.
I sing, and I am one, at perfect peace, in perfect bliss.
I sing, I am nothing, the reflection of all points, a mirror of all.
I sing, and I am love, I am beauty, I am bliss.
I sing, and there is only one in my mind, and my heart, and I am completely, and only, hers.