ana
The Living Force
In silence we pray,
may the grace of your mysteries comes upon us
as humble recipients of your magnificence,
may your infinite glory find the heirs.
When the drums sound at the rhythm of your divine presence,
boundaries vanish at the crossroads of time.
When the drums sound at the rhythm of your divine presence,
the perfect manifestation finds the way.
May we see then the infinity of thy wisdom,
the perfect image of thy mystery,
the glory and wonder of thy presence
even at the crossroads of time.
Oh mother!
may the grace of your mysteries comes upon us
as humble recipients of your magnificence,
may your infinite glory find the heirs.
When the drums sound at the rhythm of your divine presence,
boundaries vanish at the crossroads of time.
When the drums sound at the rhythm of your divine presence,
the perfect manifestation finds the way.
May we see then the infinity of thy wisdom,
the perfect image of thy mystery,
the glory and wonder of thy presence
even at the crossroads of time.
Oh mother!
