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The Veils of Maya

 MOTHER, with whom our lives should be,
Not hatred keeps our lives apart:
Charmed by some lesser glow in thee,
Our hearts beat not within thy heart.
Beauty, the face, the touch, the eyes, Prophets of thee, allure our sight From that unfathomed deep where lies Thine ancient loveliness and light.
Self-found at last, the joy that springs Being thyself, shall once again Start thee upon the whirling rings And through the pilgrimage of pain.

Poem by George William Russell
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