Waves of illumination light
the way through spiritual
warfare on the outskirts of
desire as winds blow open
With everlasting hope and
charity of sensual symphonies
tucked into attics of mind
oh, the wanderlust of youth
Driven by waterfalls from
grace heeding the call to hold
the line to stay the course on
narrow straits of destiny or fate
Exiled to oases in desert sands
on islands of doubt across the
pure land where hearts of gold
howl at birds of beauty set free
From exile east of Eden where
transgressions, betrayals and
karmic debts are forgiven to be
fulfilled in the wonder of love
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