13.11.2024
A lonely boat upon the turbulent sea Moves slowly though the wildly surging waves. I dream of beauty's light encompassing me That I may read upon the golden staves The heavenly music Mother gave to me, Intending that once cleansed I'd sing to Thee Lord of all the worlds we cannot see Revealed to the aspirant soul earth's mystery.
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