Passion for the Sacred
Will grow wings on your back
And open up the heavens

Why bend your back ?
Why practice your Kriyas ?
Why bang out your mantra ?
If your heart is not open . . . Nothing else matters

If you are not passionate about the sacred
Then . . . ASK . . . pilgrim . . . ask
Get down on your knees
And prey for the door to open

Brothers . . . sisters;
There is a Light
Flooding down from Above
Open your heart . . . and receive

But, sweetheart, if your heart IS open
Then you know
That there is a swan living there
Yearning to fly home . . . to God

Set Her free;
Let Her wings become your own
She will enliven your practices
She will show you the secret ways, no one else knows

She is your Swan
She is your Love
She is your way Home
Her beating heart . . . is the sound of your breath