There are moments when we delve deep within And see ourselves, our lives with different eyes, A place where neither morality or sin Can enter the holy realms of Paradise. I have known love as a sacrament of peace And in those years opened the psychic gate Gaining a little in finding a release From bondage and the pressing karmic fate. Yet now I am aware of sorrow's core And not yet free from stains of calumny Though stronger still than I was before, In the vital years of love's discovery.
Poems Undated (1727)
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