We hail you,
Oh Lord of the great milk-ocean,
Keeper of the seven great tidal paths,
Who guides us along the universal currents
To our destination
Lord of fate,
Who decides what is probable
Yet in his graciousness lets us decide what is possible
Through the great unveiling of laws
In the tide of progress.
In the harmony of the universal centre
We find the patterning of mind
The warmth of unity
In your embryonic centre
The dwelling-place of truth.
So please let our cosmic sailing
Come without danger
Lets the creatures of deep-space be unoffended
By our momentary intrusions
Into their domains.
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