| tikkun_olam | ||
| torus |
Tikkun Olam In the Heart of midnight misunderstood, A labeled evil held our salvation. A countless score of candles lit, Each for each, a single being, A multitude reared for future's Oneness. See that Globe of little flames? See that dark patch of ignorance? THAT is what we are here to mend. Pass your candle over an empty wick. Give to receive, Receive to give. Close the gap, Bring us back round. When Restoration is complete, I'll see you in THE CITY. God Bless You ALL. |
011012 |