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Who knows this changeability
of the conscious?
Who talks about it with interest? Who listens with attention?
And who has time for its worship? The life devoid of faith
is the homeland of leather, Mother!"
"Bravo! Thanks, son!
My sense, my feelings have gone
inside... up to you.
Now I am not worried!
And
tomorrow morning
You have to start your journey!
In the morning the potter will
come,
you have to bow in his pleasant feet
with a sense of surrender
to become pious from being
corrupt;
you have to start your journey!
In his auspices
your future life becoming golden
will shine,
You have not to labour,
he will labour;
Silent Soil :: 17
