21.11.2024
Why can we not approach the light, Carrying in us humility, Why the fondness for false delight Or darkness filled with obstinacy, Ego battened on grasping greed On which the ego-life loves to feed. A gray miasma seems to be Imprinting on souls toxicity. Where is now the Mothers dream?
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