Dec. 2010
In the mystic morning of my soul's rebirth I came again to my beloved earth, A journey sanctified by aeons past, From a world of loveliness and forms that last Beyond the boundaries we now call death. O what wonder dawned at my first breath, Ignorant, unknowing and divine. Years would pass before I saw the sign And found Her whom I sought in joy and pain Returning to her arms once again. This I tell you, this I surely know Outside of Her our spirit's cannot go Or lose the light divine for which we came, Upon our lips to chant the sacred name.
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