Eyes that do not see, ears that do not hear,
Hearts full of fear, and the end oh-so near;
Forgotten days of play, each made of clay
Of the earth, place of birth, mark of worth;
Silent breath, life from death, body numb
Becomes one with soul to plumb the depths
Of being, seeing with the eyes of deities,
From skies above to ocean floor, from doors
Of mountain caves to doors of human homes;
All forgot She begot them and suckled them
And that they live but under hem of garment
Made of moonlight and shining stars so bright.




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