13.4.2024
We believe that we are free And every avenue is there The vital nature feels immunity From wanton pleasure and its fare. The mind so certain it is right The body simply carries on The escapades of the night, Until there comes oblivion. How can the soul of man awake When of the Truth he has no clue Nor cares for surrender he must make To look for once with seeing view At beauty, Love and unity Resolve the unsolved mystery.
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