17.4.2024
With the awakened I one can see The depths of human mediocracy The dull unchanging rounds of mortal life The sting of anger and contending strife Of those who would enchain the inner being Wrest from man the chance of inner seeing, Create a world of docile, silent slaves, Allow no risen soul who staunchly braves The falsehood and the powers of deceit, Who with a Force contained might counter night Leaping the abyss to bring man light. The Avatar whom all the demons fear Has come down to us bringing freedom near And the Mother descended from above, Progenitor, dispenser of all-love.
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