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A poem written to free you from the constraints and binds of material conditioning |
| It's like the parting of the clouds to let the sun shine through The dawning of a brand new day Fresh silver rains' that fall to cleanse and renew A radiant lamp in the dark lest our feet go astray It's like the first dainty flower that heralds spring coming round That will gladden the heart and give hope To awaken from a dream in which nothing makes sense Be cut free from the binds of the rope A revival of the sleeping spirit within To know the truth and let your doubts flee We are immortal, there is no death So come, give your mind wings, and so set it free |