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
Copyright © David Hyatt-Bickle | Year Posted 2024
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