My Soul’s Sunrise-Beauty

My Soul’s Sunrise-Beauty

A land ever-moving –
Wind so soft and soothing.
A charming breeze touches my heart –
Beyond I feel, beyond my life’s art.
No more shadows in my way –
No more, no more old sorrows and clay.
The sun opens up my inner door –
Fearless I enter into the everlasting core.
O mind-cloud, no longer you are mine –
Only purity-flowers inside my heart-shrine shine.
To watch my soul’s sunrise-beauty
Every day anew, this is my existence-duty.

– Tirtha Voelckner.


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