71. The dance of Transcendence-Bliss

O mind, argue not with yourself,
And suffer no remorse.
O heart, O my senior partner,
How long will you remain
An unuttered part of my life?
O soul, O our general manager,
Do use me, my many selves.
Allow me not to stumble any more
In the world of tragedy and tears.
Today you give me the power
To conquer my puny “I”
And be the song of Transformation-Light.
Tomorrow you will give me the power
To conquer my giant “I”
And be the dance of Transcendence-Bliss.