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Road beyond bliss

Do not now grieve, oh daughter of mine.
They've always been with me, this life to enshrine,
transient whispers - soft as your kiss,
my rod and my staff on the Road beyond bliss.

Son, do not cry – come strengthen your heart
for no one is ever and truly apart.
Let go of all ephemeral fears;
this world of becoming, a veil made of tears.

There was a tune I thought I could hear
my life was a search for that song to appear.
Quietly humming I was a slave
to the chant of the woodland hills past the grave.

Days will soon come, when I will be gone.
From illusions and fear I will have moved on.
As you grow old - remember just this:
I will be waiting on the Road beyond bliss.




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Publicerad 2024-10-10 23:16



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