The soul is
always beautiful,
The universe
is duly in orde...everything is in its place,
What is
arrived is in place, en what waits is in its place;
The father holds
his grown or ungrown son in his arms with
measureless love...
The white
hair of the mother shines on the white
wrist if the daughter,
The scholar
kisses the teacher and the teacher kisses the scholar...
the wronged is made right.
The call of
their slave is one with the master's call...
and the master salutes the slave,
The soul is
always beautiful.
The sleepers
are very beautiful as they lie unclothed,
They flow hand
in hand over the whole earth
from east to west unclothed...
The Asiatic and African are hand in hand...
the Europian and American are hand in hand.
The bare arm
of the girl crosses the bare breast of her lover...
his lips press her neck....without lust.
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