2.11.2024
I know what must be done, I know the way Soul must ascend and beauty mark the day Of liberation when the heart is pure. It matters not the pains we must endure For They have promised that the path is sure, No death delay nor no evil force Impede the sacred spirit on its course, For bliss is what the sage of light intends Yet only beginnings are, there be no ends, For one day, purified, we shall move Into the vastitudes of divine love.
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