Let the morning sunshine
Wash the golden petal,
Strengthen stalk for wind and dew
That seeks a leaf to settle.
One, the source of sunshine,
Of petal, wind and dew,
And One, the source of word and thought,
Remembering the True.
Word, like wind, cuts through you / Withers all but true you
Let the morning sunshine
Wash the golden petal,
Strengthen stalk for wind and dew
That seeks a leaf to settle.
One, the source of sunshine,
Of petal, wind and dew,
And One, the source of word and thought,
Remembering the True.