22.11.2024
To be obsessed with all one knows Unfortunately progression slows, For hardly we learn anything, And when we wake and feel the sting Of ignorance we proudly held And all within we could not weld Into the image God intends, And all the help that Silence lends We could not move towards the heights Or taste the thousandfold delights.
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