A quiet Sea
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.
Amor y gracia