January, 10, 2003
Today among white lotuses were strewn The jasmine, the hibiscus and the rose. Beneath the pale and opalescent moon I saw the sorrowed past behind us close
And stood among a thousand pilgrim feet Who worshipped in a still and sacred place Beneath the Tree's protecting limbs to meet The soul and bear the touch of God's embrace
Or solace find awhile from earthly pains, To still the traffic of the mind and cease All separateness and pull of ancient strains, The loss of love to death, the loss of peace,
And silent in the still and fragrant night Awake to beauty hidden from outward eyes And joys untold that wait the inward sight, This world remake to vie with Paradise.
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