There is a place to which I belong,
In there, I have searched for long,
For the natural light
That would for always
Cover my life's pathway,
Since all time is mine...
Where are the signs-the directions?
Somewhere on these roads are connections
That indicate the way...
Perhaps, there are maps others have found,
Or written paths leading to holy grounds
With buried treasures within...
The chance is here to find and explore
And seeing which is the golden door
That shall be wide-opened for me to go through...
No resisting discoveries beyond,
Mortal security holding on,
Knowing once and for all
That my imperfection is real,
So, now, vanished are all my fears
And I have become a restful soul...
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