Beyond the Veilings

 

Far behind the senseless dustings

Every day accumulates,

Rags of thoughts and shreds of willings

Tattered by our darkened fates,

 

Spinning, weaving, shuttling through

Old cobwebs of our Karmic rooms,

Arachne impudences hung

Upon the golden spirit's looms;

 

— Far behind those dusty veilings,

Untouched, unseen, a Presence dwells,

A purity that heals all being,

The secret Word within our spells.

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