We are children of immortality And must rise into the eternity of Light Allow the revealing of infinity, Find the sunlit path, beautiful and bright
And know ourselves beings most divine Of the one of many names we name as God. All earthly beauty is but a living sign And nothing in the universe is odd
Or out of place, for all is only He And as we grow in consciousness will know Something of the play of divinity And understand the path on which we go
To merge with Him and feel divine delight Arisen from our own self-chosen night.
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