thank our lucky stars for sentient beings
who walk silently between us with tender treads
in to our soul self seeing
weaving magic threads
that unite our souls invisibly
imbuing in them a gentle flame
that marks the soul indelibly
and gives it a golden frame
the compassion of the mind is clear
when i think of all that people have done to help
me reach the truth, i'm not there yet, but i'm near
its hitting beneath my scalp
to sentient beings i pledge my song
may their blessings pour on down
rousing and waking the sleeping throng
who in lies drift and drown