O Mani, be merciful to me

You are much like the cosmic light Who set into the flesh of plight Shining in the world that all see O Light, be merciful to me You are much like the blue sky’s heart Your elect, even when apart Are the light beams and veins of thee O Light, be merciful to me You are much like morning’s birthplace When you shall leave, due to your grace Your veins will return home with glee O Light, be merciful to me You are much the celestial guide We love your free children worldwide For you alone are with the free O Light, be merciful to me You are like the golden kingdom You anoint children with wisdom As if you are the living tree O Light, be merciful to me You are like the celestial torch The holy flame without a scorch Lives in all your elect we see O Light, be merciful to me You’re like the Khufu ship of light All who feed your children in plight Will leave this dark sea as the free O Light, be merciful to me Inspired by the The Kephalaia of the Teacher, Chapter 67