Let's separate the wheat grains from the chaff
On the threshing floor
From the unnecessary rind now,
Which protected the core
And the high dream of the mysterious guests
On the blue Earth...
Let's open the inner essence
Of the Destiny unclear in a whole...
It has a Grain.
And I'm not so feared
To learn the Way, unknown yet.
When I'm seeing the Future - Gist and Kernel...
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