Guru - Dec. 3, 1969

Vainly do I strive in vain

To speak of things when I have no voice,

Of visions blinded eyes can't see

And ears that music cannot hear.

To feel Thy touch upon these days

Of breathless stillness silently

Awaiting in the fragrant hours

Thy hand to lift above the waste

Of Time, Thy Feet of Light, my life.