Dalet. Meem. Gimmel. Tav.

You see through the window of the earth, and her mother

The windows of the forgotten frame and the kindness of the treasury,

The treasury of angels, treasury of demons.

Your recognition recalls the shadow of the heavens, and their father

The shadows of the footsteps, real as a scent, real as their touch,

The treasury of wine, the treasury of honey.

You have this voice, the voice of Source 

Yet you lower yourself, with the problems of these distant and forgotten,

The treasury of thought, the treasury of mind.


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