144. Make Me Feel Thee Through the Touch of the Breeze

O King of Kings — train Thou in me, in the camp of discipline, the noble qualities of calmness and self‐control. Be Thou their Divine General, like Krishna of yore, against the invading hordes of darkness, passion, and greed. Protect the celestial kingdom of my mind against entry by the tenacious warriors of evil. Let Thy banner of peace wave always above the strong castle of my soul.

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145. Make Me Win the Battle of Life