Between the words are infinite spaces Unknown visions and unknown places People I've met and wonderful faces And silence in the realms of calm. I have approached the end of time And nurtured by the healing balm Of endless love from an occult climb Step by step in slow ascent To realms of light in which I move Becoming that which I was meant, An emanation of Her love.
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