2)   Home My Home

      

It is My Home, my privileged   Home,

Within  four  walls  of  innate  room,

Innate, you move about  free of  concern,

Chanting  mantras  sincere  and   taciturn ,                               

At the end of   the day, what  is most   heeded,                            

 His Solace, His Supreme  Grace, is needed.        

 My home, it is not brick and mortar,

A  safe   mode of  garter   ever  and  ever.