How often have I left the past behind Seeking freedom from the shackles and chains Of memory, the joys and sorrows that blind The aspiring soul who would the Light attain Unburdened of the failures and success Of this and former lives, the past discard, Unrobe to truth nor grief nor happiness Tempt one from the path, though often hard, Lengthy and circuitous, the way Prepared, designed by an unerring Force, The dust of centuries shake off and stay Committed to the spirit's chosen course. For this I came, a work I must complete,
Poems Undated (1727)
Home
Disciples
Narad
Share your feedback. Help us improve. Or ask a question.