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| I witnessed in the morn, when the tempest was over. A light refulgent, as that I'd never perceived, and I fell to my knees, for the years of strife over. I found myself blemished a husk of pollution laying as clothes. I could espy myself. Though a self I did not know. What is this light, where by I can see? How did I happen upon it? What pertinence does it find in me? Shinning so consummate, I conceal myself, for descrying myself unclean. Though it's love comforts me. As though a mother, bathes the newborn having no repulsion to the film which covers it. As though a babe within the womb perceives not what it is, while the mother fathoms what it shall be. Oh mother, light. I am a mass of nothingness till you bequeath me insight. Revive the self which dwells within me. For I see you here, but I know not where he be. |
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