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When, full of misgivings and disbelief,
I perceive the moral darkness, the slime of this blind world--its traps--vehement fool's desires to acquire prizes--shams-- but a heavy burden on this world; I turn to another darkness, cherished, an image burned into my consciousness, my heart. And all at once a light blinds me, melts fears. He comes now when I need him--at long last kind. Away ignorance, useless confusion becomes steadfast thought. I can respect myself: I love a proud spirit whose soft sternness sweeps away false pleasure, offers stability and I know peace. |
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Notes: From B A2:45:78. Key |