A soul cannot see harmony within,
until the fleshy eyes are rendered
blind to all illusions.
A soul cannot hear the whisper of truth,
until its fleshy ears are rendered;
deaf to all intrusions.
Before a soul can comprehend and remember,
it must unite the flesh;
with the silent speaker.
Clay is modelled with the potters mind,
therefore wisdom is in the womb;
of the seeker.









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