My path seeking light seems dark,
My path forward seeming go back,
Direction seems to go far too long,
My truest of quality seem too weak,
Mindfulness purity seems tarnished,
True steadfastness seems changeable,
Truest clarity seems far too obscure,
The greatest art seems not but naive,
My greatest of love seems spiritless,
Superlative wisdom seems infantile.
Magical Creation nowhere to be found,
Yet nourishes and completes all things…
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