A Meditation
P Patti Masterman
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Hallowed be thy name
True reality of mind
Just myself left to attain
To unbury the divine.
Words alone must always fail
To describe that tiny spark
You would call the Holy Grail
If but once you'd brave the dark.
No death, so do not fear
The robed monk implores
Now see the way is clear
Go unlock your doors.
Know that the little Me
Again must go to sleep
But the hallowed soul goes free
To fields of stars so deep.
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