22.10.2024
If I could rise a little higher, Breaking the bonds of Ignorance, Tossing all littleness in the fire No more subject to happenstance Freed of the karma of untold years Freed of the fierce onslaughts of fate, Embraced, engendered free of tears Shed copiously, an aggregate Of mortal growth and human pain. No darkened forces now can move The vital to descend again Enraptured by a specious love. May all my days be sanctified And beauty in my soul abide.
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