Bhakti Yoga
I go to the brink of no attachments
Only to find Love’s eternal grip
The essence of our souls
Our humanity
Beloved, I do bow before the Mystery
Of You
Arms outstretched
Arms ready
And hold this pose
Till we lose our world-wearied sheaths
And let the Flame embrace
And this is the song of the blood
It is written in the annals of Time
To know we have the wings
