分类: 文心影踪 |
(apologies for writing before the book comes to the
shelf)
I'm not selling my ideal
for the appearances of it.
Not for power, love, success,
nor the smile of one who desires.
So common does the liberator,
diverse in kind and honestly caring,
wield the weapon and start to enslave.
The whitebird flies, if you slay
my dear ideal.
I dream of a holyland
where pure truth abounds,
where unbound souls thrive
like verdant plants.
The only life worth living is a life of sacredness,
a priceless universe, and wisdom
in an unspeakable whole.
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