I saw purple in the fire
Material girl at the ballroom
Representation in regency
An orchestra of strings in pure harmony
A building forte electrifies
This grief recedes as new life breathes me
A spiraling Shakti unravels
Clarity deepens as the Self rises
Spinning in a melody so true
It is entirely because of You
Bravery expounds as cultures shift
True hearts and talents abound
A beckoning freedom is near
Wisdom so profound I cannot hold back
Return to my roots so I may emerge Anew
Guruji’s Grace is all over this place
I return to the flame and God’s ever-present name