The sky of my being is dark and still, But deep within my heart The bird of faith stirs, awakens, And begins a song of joyous anticipation, Until at last, Beyond the horizon of my mind, The Self's own Light breaks forth, Illumining me with joy.
Nothingin the worldis usual today.This isthe first morning.
Come quickly -- as soon asthese blossoms open,they fall.This world existsas a sheen of dew on flowers.
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