These coils of flesh to which I am bound,
\nDo hold and upset, do try to confound
\nAll the things that I live for, long for,
\nThat by my right should be mine:
\nThe parts of me left when in past time,
\nUnsatisfied with perfection, first body I wore.<\/p>\n
Enthralled with this fleshy work of my art,
\nI did soon come to believe that this body was me;
\nAnd that all that I lived for was to breathe;
\nAnd that an end I’d have just like this had a start;
\nAnd that nothing more was that wasn’t real by sense.
\nSuch a fool then, in foolhardy ways!
\nMy Self did I lose – how? In the things that I made.<\/p>\n
Yes! my Self was lost in those bodies of mine,
\nTo live and to struggle through this illusion of time
\nAnd of matter and thought, and on thinking now,
\nI long for and live for my return to True Life;
\nTo knowing my Selves as once they were – One.<\/p>\n
My desire lies elsewhere, not this limited plane,
\nWhere toiling and struggle for pathetic gain,
\nFor sensual pleasures – short-lived as they are –
\nDo take the possession of too many a man,
\nEach granted the facility to live out his desires:
\nThis body is my tool to get out of this plane
\nOf menial existence, of hard-earned pain.<\/p>\n
This plane of illusion, though the illusion is real,
\nDoes, to most men, the beauty of Self conceal.
\nLittle or none is known of the parallel planes
\nThat permeate matter, that permeate mind,
\nThat know it not but it all; that procreate Time;
\nThe planes on which thought has substance and life,
\nAnd controls the events in the passage of history,
\nWhich teach the man through pain and through strife;
\nThat love the man – for Love is the Life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
These coils of flesh to which I am bound,
Do hold and upset, do try to confound
All the things that I live for, long for,
That by my right should be mine:
The parts of me left when in past time,
Unsatisfied with perfection, first body I wore.<\/p>\n
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