Your being's sanctum gets
From Self its inner light
Save zeal and firm resolve
Naught can make life e'er bright.

Its rank is higher than
The Pleiades and the moon
Your essence and its gifts
Are Ego's greatest boon.

God save that alien Self
Seek shelter in your shrine
The creed of idols shun,
Don't desecrate house divine.

Forgetfulness of Self
Imports the height of art,
But with the loss of Self
Both joy and warmth depart.

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