Where immortals frolic divingwith planet-span fins into the depths of the seas of light,
--there may he sail the boat ofhis soul.
Where clouds of light serve forsails and the ever vibrant prana is the winds to push thesails,
--there may he sail the boat ofhis soul.
Where storms are size ofripples and no concealed karma-rocks wreck the horizon-aspiringships,
--there may he sail the boat ofhis soul.
Where mermaids shaped fromfragrant breaths of gods sing the paeans of initiated minds throughthe full enlightenment-moons of most tranquil nights of theophaniesof all-transcending magnitudes,
--there may he sail the boat ofhis soul.
Where angels drop their oldwings to be graced with fresh new ones, and the old wings then servefor the soul-ships' incredibly beautiful sails,
--there may he sail the boat ofhis soul.
Where saints abandon their oldhalos to be endowed with ever new ones, and the old halos, oh somany, are merged to form intense beams of lighthouses to guide thefreshly incarnated ships,
--there may he sail the boat ofhis soul.
Where the pylons of havens andwharves of the countries of divinity-spaces are carved from themelodic woods gathered from song-forests,
Where the sheets are never tiedbut flutter like wings of liberation birds,
There to, to his home countriesof diamond light, may he captain the boat of his soul
In love, in peace, infreedom.
DerckAmerman was a leadingmember of the Board of Directors of the Meditation Center inMinneapolis for over 25 years. While in the body he was very fond ofsailing the Great Lakes and Seas. Now he has sailed away to exploreother shores.
The above areSwamiVeda's favoriteblessings for him.
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