Sometimes a vision comes to all, Mine came numerous times, a call To explore dimensions of the mind Inviting the soul once more to find
In all the chaos of the present time Where words are false and without rhyme Or any reason in this darkened age Of cunning tribes whose inbuilt rage
Diminishes both beauty and peace, And since the wars do not cease Require us to go within Praying for release from sin
Of ignorance and ego's ways To bring the Light into our days.
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