January 19, 2022
Peaceful now I am recovering From debilitating illness and decline Of temporary health and the painful sting Of days that are the clear and tortuous sign
That one has not the strength to overcome The lower forces when they choose to attack, Though one must pray and occasionally hum The sacred OM that keeps their entry back
Limiting the damage they inflict Upon the progress of the consciousness. The path is long and we build brick by brick The edifice of soul in our duress
That fallen we may rise again and see The light we seek in our infirmity.
Poems Undated (1727)
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