I live alone in this constricted space No longer the place my body knew as home My needs are few and gone is the usurped place Of joys and tears that frequently would come,
Unwanted visitors to disturb the inner peace. Living alone with the Alone yet not alone These poetic lines from Him do not cease And the OM resounds in me an eternal tone
Singing the strophes of infinity. Upon my strings the Lord of the Universe plays Symphonic are his sounds that enter me Pulsating and pressing on the world to raise
The level of consciousness, participate In the arrival of the Gnostic state.
Poems Undated (1727)
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