There are moments when the body suffers pain And debilitating illness has its way When white-hot anger raises its head again And suddenly we are headlong in the fray.
Yet there are moments when the peace descends And we are lifted upwards into Light, Yet darkness comes and the vital nature bends To dark desires attracting the demons of night.
All is a play yet nothing we can see When ego seems the lord of night and day And yet mankind is promised victory With evil slain and falsehood in disarray.
Poems Undated (1727)
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