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THE WORD Out of the silent Womb of Infinity It fell- The Word- Into the gaping oyster-lips of Man And he afire with Wisdom Supreme Sang out in reverential chant Aum, Amen, and Amin. The night of the Soul The Fire within was utterly lost In blinding columns of pitch-dark smoke And men belittled Strove to confront Aum with Amen and Amin. The Bright Dawn I see again At the door of mortal Existence. Look The birds, the beasts, and the trees And even this mute insensate Earth Sing glories of the Fructifying Word. Why then should you O! Slothful Man Soil yourself in the mire of Ignorance? Cast off the veil That blinds you Let Anger, greed, and phantom lust Slither down like scree And rebaptised in the Spirit of Truth Behold the Beauty of the Word. ~Ravi Dhar~
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