The residue of Karmic deeds Disturbs the flight towards the Name And fetters freedom's soaring flame. While grains of sand in hour-glasses Drain the very face of Time, One waits and watches patiently The maze of endless patterns weaving Fate, the father of our bounden rule, And knows within that Flame shall flower The blaze of Aspiration's seed.
Poems Undated (1727)
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