We have known mountains all these years But jagged peaks are still to scale And valleys wallowing in tears And weakened will that seems to fail
Because the vital force too strong Has held its own through many lives. And yet the soul shall always long For through its power beauty thrives
And Truth and Goodness claim the day. But collective harmony is stalled As every soul seeks its own way Harkening to a voice that called.
Instead of merely praying, pray To cleanse the world of hate and greed And the stifling ego's rampant play, For oneness is our greatest need.
Poems Undated (1727)
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