O Lord, in hundreds of forms, I see You. I see You in sweetness of morning flowers, in the
collection of clouds. You are filled in my mind in rainbow colours. You kindle the lamp of
stars in the incessant great sky. You do not keep any inconclusiveness, O the essence of
essence. Thus I salute You again and again. As You are my polestar, I would never lose the
path. You are the path, the article of the path, full of love individually and
collectively. O the perennial underground flow of my internal water, make me Your
instrument.