My Soul, tell me your secret,
Release the hidden drive.
Invite me to the banquet
Where you always do abide.
Take me to the mystic river
Wash me clean within its flow
You are the selfless giver
And the Self whom I would know
I wither here without you
Like a plant that thirsts for rain.
Your counsel courses down the mountain
Settling in the lowly plain.
Show me, my Soul, your resting place
For I must seek its shade
For lifetimes I will pilgrimage
Until my mind is stayed
Upon Your blissful reverie
That sang in joyous tones.
Falling on my ears, the notes
Drove me from house and home
To find the Source from which there came
This melody divine,
And were, my Soul, like drops of rain;
Like rays of sweet sunshine.
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