Oh ocean of loving compassion
pour on us Your nectar rain
heal our wounds of hatred and war
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War is a human invention
all seeds of strife and war
man himself has sown
death’s harvest to reap
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Peace the seed
peace the soil
peace the plough
peace the crop
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Man draws strength from myriad power centres
to connect with the Order of the universe
to realise oneness with Infinite Power
whose prime locus lies in one’s heart
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You can see the bottom of a lake
if water is crystalline, transparent
the truth’s face only a clear mirror reflects
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Messages of all prophets point to the One
when seen through the lens of love
as all the rivers mingle in the same ocean
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Only from a perch in inner stillness
you can enjoy the turmoil around
this constant play of light and sound
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There is no greater religion
across all ages and nations
than Love and Compassion.
The true mark of a spiritual man
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Walking straight on the seeker’s path
not overwhelmed by the wayside odds
the pilgrim journeys to his home
on the sound-light trail of Om
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Only a healthy body houses a healthy mind.
To remain perennially young
the two must work in unison
as the wheels in quick motion
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