The treacherous roads we must drive in the rain Are nothing to the roads our spirits face To cleanse the dirt within again and again Preparing for the beauty of the race
Steadily descending from above, Below, within, in every human being To manifest the truth of selfless love, Divine that we be granted the light of seeing
And may move toward the hour fixed by God That we, limited, advancing through the years Evolving from the worm and from the sod Done with ego emptied of all fears
May be participants in a world of Grace And bliss, forerunners of a transformed race.
Poems Undated (1727)
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