November 7, 2013

Sin

What is your sin,
But a wisp in the wind?
An illusion,
Your soul becoming thinned.

Your ignorance,
Of the within, divine.
Melancholy,
Is upon which you dine.

Put aside masks,
Banish the illusion.
Clear your mind,
Slay, now, the confusion.

Create the space,
Draw down the divine light.
Let its power cleanse,
Burn away the dark blight.

Come out of doubt,
Purge away ignorance.
Search deep inside,
Remove need for penance.

Who are you, who?
Answer! Why are you here?
Where do you go?
Realize these, no fear.

Go, know yourself,
The Oracle foretold.
Align yourself,
The peace within, behold.

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