In a realm where souls unite, My guide weaves threads of grace, Binding the finite with the Infinite, In a tender, sacred embrace. Ego's shadow danced and fought, To sever this celestial string, Yet wisdom's light with steady hand, Taught the spirit's song to sing. With vows of knowledge sworn, Five sacred breaths we take, In satsang's gentle haven borne, Service and silence awake. An artist with a palette vast, My guide dipped into the hue— Of colors beyond the colored past, And stained my soul anew.