|| From the darkness we rise

By the words of the wise

That eons may come and eons may go

But of Yogic means we shall always know ||


|| For the Yogic land we stand on

For those Yogic souls far beyond

For those Yogic hands that held on

To those Yogic ways that lived on ||


|| Yogic in the darkest of dreams

Yogic in the brightest of days

In the deepest of self Yogic it feels

Yogic it feels in every way ||


|| Yogic in every clay we mold

Yogic in every fabric we fold

Yogic our now and a past we hold

Yogic it will be, a future foretold ||