The lucid maze figures on to fathom
The broad
pillars plied with wisdom
And there weep
They little know the pain that’s there
That gave the light and brought about
The shame
To have seen and yet not to know
Do they really understand
My Father’s rain?
He takes to give and they call him a thief
Only those who hold on
Weep
They gain who lose who know the rain
And losing all in lucid maze
The true Light win
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