April 23, 1999 - Day before Darshan

Japa

In the breathing out and the breathing in

Let the mantric prayer begin.

For amidst the silence there descends

A thread of truth that somehow mends

The tattered fabric of the mind,

And in the stillness one may find

Through repetition of the Name,

A song to set the soul aflame.

Glissandi of heaven's descending trills

The hidden sanctuary fills,

Healing the ravaged and wounded earth,

Attending the superhuman birth.

Through the darkness dawns the light

That breaks upon our blinded sight.