Sober, ever vigilant,
Protecting what I best express,
I stand a watchman at the gate
Of holy consciousness.
Turning every thought away
That comes pleading for lack or excess,
I stay contented—safe within
My holy consciousness.
A native of God's secret place,
No other home can I possess.
The dreams of Eden have no bliss
Like holy consciousness.
But even if I seem to fail
And to illusion acquiesce,
Prayer and fasting bring me back
To holy consciousness.
