Disciple:
Dearest Master,
Hear is Your fan,
There are Your shoes.
But where can I
find you?
Master:
I am the Light to shine on your path, The
melody to sing you Home,
The love that fills
the entire universe.
I have no shape
nor form.
Why look for me?
I've always been
within you,
Since eternity!
By
Fellow Initiate H.M.H, Indiana, U.S.A. (Originally In English)
Supreme
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