Blinded by illusion,
I am inundated by the Many.
To rise above delusion,
I seek a former clarity.
There’s fire in my being,
Also water, earth and air reside.
This quintessence I am now seeing,
No longer from me can it hide.
I found a light that shines within,
No different from the one without.
The sun above will breathe its life
While spirits below remove all doubt.
With senses five I sense the earth,
But delude me not, I know my worth.
My sense is one, I sense the All
On my demand. I beck and call.
I will not sit idle,
Nor wait for God to speak.
I will raise my inner voice,
And His interest I shall pique.
He does not want slaves
Bowing down on bended knees.
He awaits an equal,
And for this I hold the keys.
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 11:16 AM UTC
Blinded by illusion,
I am inundated by the Many.
To rise above delusion,
I seek a former clarity.
There’s fire in my being,
Also water, earth and air reside.
This quintessence I am now seeing,
No longer from me can it hide.
I found a light that shines within,
No different from the one without.
The sun above will breathe its life
While spirits below remove all doubt.
With senses five I sense the earth,
But delude me not, I know my worth.
My sense is one, I sense the All
On my demand. I beck and call.
I will not sit idle,
Nor wait for God to speak.
I will raise my inner voice,
And His interest I shall pique.
He does not want slaves
Bowing down on bended knees.
He awaits an equal,
And for this I hold the keys.
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