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O seekers of the light, rejoice!
For gifts hast thou been given, Treasures of the deep, bhāvanās,
Twelve of truth's reflections;
Upon these twelve can rest thy feet, Upon these twelve can see Thy Self's reflection of its Self, Toward them thy face can turn.
And bask within their radiance, As flowers gaze at sun, Merging with them, thou wilt emerge Enlightened sparks of truth;
Direct thy feet upon their steps
And see thy burdens lifted, Penetrate thy being's depths
With vision, knowledge, bliss,
And watch thy soul ignite with light Till transmutation thou
Art nought but blessedness divine, Unfluctuating peace.
Sing praises to discerning eyes Which know what is anitya, The ever-changing energy
Which lives in its own kind,
Forming and unforming form, Renewing cyclic form,
Though stretch and strain it cannot reach The nitya, the permanent;
Wherefrom the living energy Which animates all forms, One leap and thou art dwelling there In formless real, in bliss.
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