On the way to the centre of being, destroying the illusions on burning ground, forming the arrow-shaped thought to the goal, plunging into the sea of flames of light, throwing off, renouncing, renewing higher, in mystery, condensing the spiritual gain of many lives, enfolding in the silver-blue robe of protection, rising to the surface of the sea of flame, gliding as a ship whose sails are filled with the sound of the spheres, dividing the stream of descending time, arriving at the shores of return, offering the grown grain of the spirit, seeing in the crossing of the gate the white towers of the WE, the I of being.
A mantram to be read regularly during quiet concentration, spoken inwardly.
Spoken inwardly by heart only if there is full agreement with the text.
