inward locus

Beyond the reach of speech and mind
In this world without origin,
Is it eternal as it feels?
Or transitory as it seems!

With an inexpressible truth
The wise attains an immense view
With focused mind and controlled breath
He realizes what he has been through
On his travel to become
The giver of refuge
The lover of solitude

My ill developed mind
Constantly striving you
When your boundless divinity pours
Eternal and infinite virtues

With single minded devotion
And folded palms I speak
Freeing the mind of fear
The liberation I seek