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Journeys Poem
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"Journeys. Dies and takes birth, journeys until tired, and rests, and considers the outcome of journeying. Holds what he has acquired for so long, and examines it, and discards the trash. Dies, takes birth, examines, and discards. Begins dying, in love-death, of rebirth in love-life. A house, so carefully built, crumbling bit by bit. Before the same fire which baked its bricks, to dust, under his glorious feet. To sing his praise, or silently adore, or for his wind to blow any wither. Or to be remolded into useful self-shape in his service. Takes his stand. At last, takes his stand and rejects the moon road to rebirth in forms delight and pain of cool nights, of cool breeze over warm sands curling a wisp of frequent hair across brow, dreaming unseen light. And near thunder of Poseidon's horses on blue paddock of ocean, and dawns, and disastrous days of ambition. Realized, or thwarted. The moon road, to lovely form and fear and hope, and takes the sun road. The death road, to immortal self. Unborn, undying, abodeless being, knowledge, and bliss. Who built no houses--only dreamed a dream."
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