Purify Me

Look upon me Mother and excise

The darknesses that still within me lie,

Purify my heart to through-compose

The music of emerging deity.

Purify my voice that I may sing

Melodies of spirit new to earth,

The harmonies that move men's heart to strive

And seek for God and spirit's true rebirth.

Play through this instrument thy godlike notes,

Strains that call the troubled mind to peace,

Songs that lie within the soul of things

And grant from ego's grip the soul's release.

As shepherd's fluting to their wayward flocks

Or evensong as children rock to sleep,

Music of the power to transform

Be heard among the chant of sorrows deep.

Purify my life that I may sing

Of love alone as offering to Thee,

My mouth to be an oracle of joy,

To chant the mantric strains of Savitri.

Purify my hands that I may tend

The gardens I must manifest for Thee,

My mind to be a channel to transmit

The rhythms of the future poetry.

Purify my eyes that I may see

All forms as representatives of Thee,

All happenings occurrences of Grace

That manifest through time eternally.

Purify my heart that every beat

May vibrate with the rapture-thrill of Thee,.

And coursing through this offered house of flesh

The flowing rivers of Infinity.

Purify this temple built of clay

Make sacred every nerve and cell I pray

To vibrate as we hear His silver flute

Immortal in our mortal pastures play.