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On some unknown morning | |||
You'd ignited a light. | |||
Even now that light is shining, | |||
Minding not restraint of day or time. | |||
In that same light came out life, | |||
Heady-scented woods and gardens. | |||
With the forms and colors from that light, | |||
You'd made earth a celestial nymph. | |||
In that same light is everybody's life; | |||
life | That very light, great it is making. | ||
With just that light, opened are eyes; | |||
You'd given to the living spiritual awakening. | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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