In the eon light years
When sun and moon rise and disappears
In stillness solitude of mountains
With closed eyes he does penance.
In the living souls light transpires
And with enlightenment they respire
When their good deeds reflect from his heart
As he is like a shining crystal in his thoughts.
Each day if we rest doing our best
We need not be afraid of him least
Surrounded by his infinite grace
With humility in him we can find a place.
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