2.1.2025
Is this all, we are asked, From all that seems to us masked, Hiding from the descent of peace Unable the turbulence to cease Or the mind to rise above The fateful errors of the past To find on earth the path of love, Surviving falsehood in the vast Dimensions of God in whom we move.
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