Om

Take my illusion from me, and let me see your eternal shores, just in your smiling face. Your sweet breath fills the heavens' space, and in the deep, sacred silence around your heart hums the original vibration of your mind. The world in all its diverse forms becomes drowned in your form of bliss.

Oh Lord, let me breathe your glories, let me meditate upon your form. Take me back into your heart, which is my eternal home. I have never strayed except by my imagination. You capture my attention, oh master of mystics!

Oh sacred truth, you are the hidden one behind the facades of all this multiplicity. The cacophony sounds of this temporary world die down when one perceives the steady underlying thread-pattern, guided by your hand. Then all sounds are heard at once; a beautiful, transcendent harmony of your voice.

Oh serene one, you are pure love. You are the essence of all that is poetic, all that is mystical, all that is spiritual, all that is joyful, all that is blissful, and all that is true. When one finds his way back to the very source of all these higher things, beyond all the forests, beyond everything, there you are to be found, playing on your flute.

Oh master of mystics, from you come both enlightenment and mystification. At times by your energy I have been mystified, and then again at times I have been enlightened. It was your grace and will to have me be in ignorance, as well as to show me the truth.

I leave all and come to you.

You have made this world out of your own stuff. This world is made from your soul, and as such it is impenetrable. A tree grown strong is truly as strong as your soul, and a body made pure is as pure as the sun. In this way we are the same as you.

A mind fixed on you becomes an enlightening mind, and a heart fixed on you knows truth and love. A soul fixed in you comes to live in your soul, and knows no other truth.

Take all from me, but give me truth.