Mantra, The Transforming Word

Late have I found in the storm-tossed mind

No refuge from the swell of adverse seas,

In silence wait the centred flame to find

That from this undertow shall bring release.

Yet in the hallowed space at the body's core

She lit a flame no darkness dare deny

And in my heart a long remembered shore

And sanctuary where all my faults shall die.

Now the titanic task to sail towards light

And throw the mental baggage overboard,

Hold the grail in the soul's unerring sight

Admit the Grace and grasp the lever-word.