FREEDOM FROM DISEASE

O, Radiant Light...

Blessed is he that strengthens his body, O, Lord...
With your spirit and presence in his heart...
Made by your hand Dear Lord, from dust...
May we remember our immortal nature...
This thing we call disease is but our own creation...
The thought of sickness exist only in our mind...
It is only our heart that has plagues of pain...
Guide us, O, blissful splendour...
Help us back toward our eternal form...
Remind us of our imperishable seat, O, Lord...
Our faith in this seat makes us whole...
Rising from the earth to the light...
May all your splendid forms free us...
May all your forms dormant in us come alive...
May we never force them to sleep again...
O, Lord make our foreheads adamant again...
For, no hand heals better than your own...
May we know only your remedies my Lord...
Tis in our heart where all tools lay...
Thank you Lord...


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COMPASSION, COMPASSION

O, Holy Sustainer...

Blessed are we to experience this creation...
Blessed are we to feel your living word...
Teach and remind us dear Lord...
That others know not your beauties...
That others know not your ways...
That others know not of you in them, O, Lord...
Purify our hearts so that we may guide them...
Open our understandings to their pains...
Let their sufferings be our own...
Let us help ourselves as we help them...
For our ignorgance of their pains, O, Lord...
Tis the ways of the wicked and sinful...
Help us abandon our selfishness...
Guide us away from our foolish behaviour...
May we remember that we are all One...
May we share in that oneness gracefully...
May we all vibrate in unison blissfully...
Leaving our judgements asunder...
Let there be Peace: In and around, forever...


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BALANCE

The double-edged sword...
It splits the hair in half...
Part to the bald...
Another to the receeding...
Pleasure and pain in both...
But Justice is served...
Not blind but indifferent...
A mere moving of energy...
A work of God that request only your grace...
Having no pace...
One must remain absolutely still...
For the head of the Ego must be decapitated...
Bending to the straight...
And straightening for the crooked...
Never is there too much or too little...
Nothing bad, Nothing good...
Just weights are always held by the Judge...
And with the eyes of Balance given to the Jury...
All sacrifices will be brought to the altar...
All penances will be considered...
All debt must be paid...
But eventually all will have...
No action shall be left asunder...
For the knowers of the way must heed wisely...
It is that imperishable nature...
This is the guiding force...
And as life is lived in that...
It seeks only to draw a line between darkness...
Another between light and more of the same...
All is a result and verdict of sorts...
For even the ways of a fool are heavy...


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