Poem ‘Sahasrara’ from the 1990-0300 The Divine Cool Breeze (U.S.A.), Volume 4, Issue 2, Page 5

Seven are the mills of God.
Single is the empty tomb.
One thousand petalled lotuses
Are blooming at the crown.
Three are the secret ways,
Devised to overcome.
Many are the lesser ways,
Upsetting equilibrium.
Fourteen rainbows fashioning
A self protective spell.
Behold the many-stranded jewel.
The Queen of Fontanelle.
Four are the Equestrians,
Who thunder through the night.
Beware the fire of Kalaki,
With horse candescent white.
Eleven are the fangs of God;
Uncounted is the sin
Of those who open up their hearts
And let the Mother in.
Unnumbered is the silence:
Incalculable the worth.
Behold, upon the palm of God,
The boon of second birth!