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Make me a lion of Thy all-conquering Wisdom. |
A lion-cub of the Divine Mother, I was somehow thrown into life
in the sheep-fold of human frailties. Living long with the sheep
of fear, failure and disease, I bleated with weakness. I forgot
my roars which had frightened away all wicked, pestering sorrows.
O Lion of Realization, Thou didst drag me away from the sheep-fold
unto the waters of meditation. And Thou didst say: "Open thine
eyes and roar!" But I kept my eyes tightly closed and bleated
with fear. The roar of Thy wisdom reverberated through me, and Thy
hard shakings of spiritual urge made me open my eyes. Lo! there
in the crystal pool of peace, Thou didst show me my face to be like
Thine!
Now, I know I am the Lion of cosmic power. I will no more bleat
in fear of weakness and suffering: I will roar with the vibrant
power of the Almighty! Bounding in the forest of experiences, I
will seize the little creatures of vexing worries, the timid fears,
and wild hyenas of disbelief, and devour them ruthlessly.
O Lion of Immortality, roar through me Thine all-conquering power
of wisdom!
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