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At the great heights
Where the snow-clad mountains
Meet the blue firmament,
I met with two strangers.
We talked awhile
And separated,
Never to meet again.
As two ships,
On the vast waters of the sea,
Pass each other,
And the travelers thereof
Wave to each other,
Never to meet again,
So were we
On this sea of life.
Often
Have I felt sad
At the passing by
Of a stranger,
Insome in lonesome spot.
But yesterday ,
When the two strangers
that I met with
Disappeared
Around the bend of a narrow path,
My heart wend with them,
And they remained with me.
Of what nationality,
Of what faith,
I know not,
Nor care I
They were like unto me,
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2
Alone in a solitary place,
Seeking new visions,,
Climbing greater heights,
Struggling up dangerous paths,
And going down to the valley
Once again.
This incessant struggle
To reach the mountain top,
Rarely attaining the glory thereof,
But ever descending
To the plains,
Where man makes his abode,
Has been my lot,
Life upon life.
But now,
O strangers,
I have reached the pinnacle
Of the mysterious mountain.
I know full well
The struggles thereof,
The great chasms that divide,
The precipices��
That men
Slip down
I know full well
The multitude of paths
That encircle the mountain,
But they meet all
At the narrow ridge
Beyond which
All must climb upward
If they would attain
The mountain summit. |
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There is only one path
Leading upward
beyond that ridge
Towards which all paths
Come together.
O strangers,
I know not
Where ye be,
Through what joys,
Through what struggles
Ye are passing,
But ye are myself.
As two stars
Of a sudden
Come into being
Of a dark night,
So ye two
Came into my vision
And there ye are established.
My heart is the heart
Of my well-Beloved,
it holdeth a multitude.
O my strangers
Once again
Ye and I shall meet,
I dwell in the abode
Which is the end
Of all journey.
To be united with the Beloved
Is to love all,
For in all
Dwelleth the Beloved. |
