to bow down, look up, to the Lord in you
what more perfect, easy, pure,
than to fill a ritual
that needs no thought to plan
with all the heart may present offer; .
to join my hands and bow my eyes
that see now only Him,
raise them to see Him in you;
only perfect then remains
namaste
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