Along the winding road to the Truth
A hero, all selfishness banished,
The key to the mystery of creation in his heart,
Weaves his way through time to reach his goal.
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Moving ever upwards he breathes the air of eternity
He has met with Khidr: He knows the way.
And to fellow wayfarers he gives the good news of dawn
A message of hope in a night of choking darkness.
* * *
In his hands burns a torch; he spreads light everywhere
And he brightens the Way for all who would follow.
His ascendance radiates peace and serenity
His amber fragrance permeates every atom of creation.
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Wherever he treads finds life and becomes green
The hills and valleys, plains and mountains are all dressed in color
And on every breeze is borne the perfume of spring;
Blossoms appear, flowers burst into life, trees are quickened.
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His mind nurtured ever by eternity,
An everlasting melody flows from his lips
All he sees is the richly colored tapestry of life to come,