Storm comes
and goes away
but its reminiscences
excite the silent, silent air.

Fire ignites
and extinguishes
but its lips motivate
motionless logs, to get burnt.

There is this downpour
and it gets halted
but its drops
inspire pure white clouds, to surrender unto the ground.

Let the evil in us
blow away with the storm
let the five vampires resting in us
burn with our determination of purity.

Let the4 negative thinking and pessimism
drain away with the downpour
let our peace-loving soul
exhibit our truthfulness and sanity.

Material world is lost in the world of lust
lost in anger, ego, attachment and greed
embracing Baba's divine words
we've to become Golden Age Seed.

omshanti.