In this world things decay
And stay for a brief day.
To know what is
to have true bliss
And what gnosis is? This:
Our heart does not seek lies
It is divinely wise.
A fruitless grief
Is not our brief,
And pining after what is not
Is not our lot.
True passion,
yearning, zest,
A roaring quest—
Keep these alive:
On them your self will thrive.
The self can be immortalized
And union with God realized
Without losing your identity—
A lover’s unity.
A breath if it is burning bright
Can set a lamp alight.
There is a needle
that can mend a rent
In the cloak of the firmament.
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