51. Save Us from the Net of Matter-Attachment

The fisherman of change has cast a net of cosmic delusion over us. We are swimming in the waters of false assurances of human safety, and all the while the net of death is closing in upon us. At every haul of the dragnet of delusion, many are caught — few escape. I dived into the deep-sea-spaces of silent communion, and fled from the net of time.

O Measureless Mercy, save me and my brothers, from this net of matter-attachment.


52. O King Of All Our Ambitions, Open the Doors of Noble Aspirations in the Mansion of Our Souls