7.9.2024
Blacker than the thoughts of men He comes, not once but again and again Testing all to find the way To halt the progress and delay The spirit's march towards the goal. This is his aim, this is the toll He enacts on those who seek the light, His cover lies in darkest night. But there are those who live aware Of subterfuge and heart's despair Who call upon a force Divine, The Mother, who can redefine Those who come to Her for change Of inner nature far beyond his range.
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