When, full of misgivings and disbelief,

When, full of misgivings and disbelief,
I perceive the moral darkness, the slime
of this blind world--its traps--vehement fool's
desires to acquire prizes--shams--

but a heavy burden on this world;
I turn to another darkness, cherished,
an image burned into my consciousness,
my heart. And all at once a light blinds me,

melts fears. He comes now when I need him--at
long last kind. Away ignorance, useless
confusion becomes steadfast thought. I can

respect myself: I love a proud spirit
whose soft sternness sweeps away false pleasure,
offers stability and I know peace.

From B A2:45:78. Key

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