Be now peaceful and singing and dancing,
To whom do we owe the pleasure of being guide by a divinely wrought star?
Spread thy arms and be akimbo to the blessings.

Blessings brood where the mother sews her seed,
And where the troubador begets interlude on Love's truth,
Blessings rain in streams of dreams,
I'm covered in the light of their aura,
Lent from an endowed heaven so a haunted Earth can see.

Let there be light!
His first exclamation. The only rule correctly accredited to him and to which I will obey.
In lore a Hebrew King, in reality, a world of light and love he is,
In all of us.

Emerge from thy darkness and sing for sadhana,
Only happiness can manifest,
And mirth, and jest.