Thousand-petalled Lotus of Delight

Only the material sheath remains

Sacred raiment of the Godhead's robe

Symbol of the sacrificial gains

For man endured, achieved on this bright globe.

A perfume trailing like a wind-blown veil

Exulting in the breeze's light caress,

A fragrance like the heavenly asphodel

And all our lives a summary of bliss.

Behind the Ashram's scented gates we file,

The little that we are we give to her

Abandoning desires for awhile,

The world beyond a busy whirring blur

Of energies and entities that thrive

In life's environment, on human fate,

Alone She is the light in which we live,

Destroying fixity to new-create

Ourselves that we may find on Rapture's height

The thousand-petalled lotus of delight.