the cycles of the
wheel go ‘round this day
one who has run
against a wall is free
blessings abound now
as the arrow flies
grand eminence to
have happiness reign
a tower has been
built, the ladder rises
no cataclysm can
ever tear it down
the priestly class
to the world gave a gift
all wishes summed up
to smile
because breaking
through the chains
has returned
greatness to greatness
and alarms are now
quieted, silenced,
the diamond like a
lotus opens its petals
and tomorrow comes
washing o’er the wall
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