SONG OF THE PILGRIM

No sentient life in all the worlds,
Will ever cease to be,
Unending all as Thou and I,
Though forms change constantly,
Then life imprisoned in the earth,
May bloom as lovely flower,
So all evolve a fairer birth,

CHORUS:
Remembering always “Buddha Thou art”
The path will lighter grow,
The Buddha seed within our heart,
Will guide to those who know.

On through the endless eons of time,
Through forms from stone to man,
All beings to perfection climb,
Such is the faultless plan.
Perfected man the masters are,
And we shall also climb,
To starry heights in worlds afar,
And know the Truth sublime.



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