5.11.2024
All lingering attractions now must go, Held by the bridle, slow the spirits gait Towards the sunlit goal that we know Is our destined and our promised state. I sing the songs of many a yesteryear But what my being asks is the new, Now the force of supermind is here All the olden strophes must renew So that the song celestial might sound And the OM spread all the earth around.
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