Lead me forever onwards!
Within the weary soul there calls -
Oh treacherous path of seasonous change,
See that distant light, hear that faraway call.
Falter not my love, for the Kingdom awaits,
With sweet smile on serene and Holy face,
Wisdom's mother in full splendor and angelic grace!
The vines that strangle the heart,
Will no longer imprison the soul.
Sleeping men, in time are beginning to stir!
Distance is deception,
We are latitude and longitude,
We are verily the length and breadth of life itself,
If only we could but know it!
More Radiant than the Sun- by an Eastern Sage - More radiant than the Sun,Purer than the snow,Finer than the etherIs the SelfThe spirit in my heart. This Self am I, I am this Self. - an Eastern Sag...