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The Bird Which Soareth - Elika Mahony
Written by：elika mahony
Ye are even as the bird which soareth
With the full force of its mighty wings and with complete
And joyous confidence through the immensity of the heavens
Until impelled to satisfy it's hunger
It turneth longingly to the water and clay of the earth below it
And having been entrapped in the mesh of it's desire
Findeth itself impotent to resume it's flight to the realms
Whence it came powerless to shake off the burden weighing on its sullied wings
That bird hitherto an inmate of the heavens
Is forced to seek a dwelling place upon the dust
Wherefore o my servants
Wherefore o my servants
Defile not your wings with the clay of waywardness and vain desires
And suffer them not to be stained with the dust of envy and hate
That ye may not be hindered from soaring in the heavens of my divine knowledge
