22.10.2023
There is a morning of the Gods When man will wake and be as them Throwing off the veils that hide His psychic being's eternal gem Abiding with him from life to life, Progressing through ten thousand years Unconcerned about delays, Untouched by the trail of tears Unmoved by human circumstance, Unattracted by the depths Knowing well there is no chance Of wandering with unsuccess, Unaffected by the odds He travels on sure of the goal And his coming blessedness.
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