Poem ‘Divine Play’ by Herman Gaddy, NY from 1982-0700 and 0800 Nirmala Yoga, Page 14

      Creeping toward the great disaster
    Constant pain is gaining sway
  What was lent to us for comfort
Now in pain is forced away.
In these days of no compassion
  Filled with every grief and doubt
    Comes an answer to this madness
        Comes the sword to clear it out.
       Not some words — to be forgotten
    Not a spell—bound form of wood
  Not a hoary gleaming crystal
Nor some spirit, bad or good.
But the breath of Kundalini
  Sweeps our every care away
    In our swollen eyes of anguish
         Joyful tears begin to play.
      Mother's filled us with Her gladness
    Drawing us towards the one
  Disentangled—our illusions melt
As dew before the sun.
Engines of the one in all
  She's revealed your subtle keys
    And we're mastering every measure
        Of these cosmic harmonies.
        At the root of Adi Rainbow
    We have found our pot of gold
  Looking on with childlike rapture
The great mystery we behold.
Let us scale the fiery mountain
  Swim the oceans to their source
    Trace the paths of ancient rivers
        Fly the sun's celestial course.
        Let us do the deeds of Heroes
    Making saints of every man
  Thus uniting Earth and Heaven
To fulfill Her Divine plan.

Amen.