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Here, the devotee describes in praise and gratitude the
meditative experience of the spiritual eye and the bliss of breathlessness.
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Breath stopped by the sight |
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Oh Mother mine, Oh, Mother Divine. |
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The world disappears, no worries or fears |
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When I behold Your ring of gold. |
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Oh Mother mine, Oh, Mother Divine. |
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Take me within, deep through the blue, |
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Beyond the star to be with You. |
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In stillness sweet, Thy love I feel, |
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It is then I know You are real. |
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Oh Mother mine, Oh, Mother Divine. |
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Come, Mother, come, fill me once more, |
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Take me home to Thy Divine shore. |
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Oh Mother mine, Oh, Mother Divine. |
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