my humble friend
my humble friend
the dust that gathers at your feet
is sweet perfume to my nostrils
its an essence of virtue and goodness
which is cleansing and provides
a treasure of excellence
steeping you in the deep waters
of God-consciousness
leading you up on the steps of
eternity, out of the transient clutches of being
abandon not humbleness, my friend
for it is the secret doctrine
lo, confess, you’ve a special gift my friend
unpraised by men yet seen by the gods - humbleness
is the mother of all rivers
it is the sweet nectar upon
whose wings you can fly across
the rubicon into the land of
everlasting light
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