23. 4. 2024
Is there anything to be written down On the widened landscape of my soul? Note that I have loved one and all And never met a stranger with a frown, For all truly are a part of me Breath of my breath, bone of my bone, The same life-force is alive in me And each of us inwardly has grown To seek a higher life still unknown To us who for many ages strove In ignorance and hope to find the known.
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