Contemplative Poem Nineteen

O true Road,
O true way upon the landscape,
O true path through the unscoped wilds,
O trek over the mount of a thousand trees,

O only highway,
Every desert is crisscrossed in pattern,
(our primitive attempts to reach oasis lands),

O decider of the ways of humankind,
O men and women travelling through the night,
Lead on!

O You shall be raised,
O You shall rise above the trajectories,
O All beings carnal shall not overcome you,
O Your leadership is supreme,
O You arrive and depart,
Immutable clay!

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