A quiet Day

A quiet Mind

But a raging Heart

Blazing with Fire

Of an ancient Sage.

Burning for many a millennia

Destructive for the ignorant

Enlightening for the seeking

Brutal to the stubborn

Tender to the willing.

When all the tricks fall

The First Yogi's Fire shall

Burn the ignorant pall

To light the future's citadel

Citadels of future are first

built in the minds of Ignorance or Light

These citadels when lit with Grace

Of the Blue-Bodied Maker of all race

Will be a worthy place to dwell here

and a passage to the ways of the beyond.

O' how fortunate are we

To carry the Fire of the Adi Yogi.