The time of my journey is vast and the way
long. I came out on the end chariot(illegible text) of the first flash of light
and pursued my voyage through the wildernesses
of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.
It is the most distant course to come nearest to thysel
and that training is the most difficult intricate
which leads to the utter simplicity in tune. The
traveller has to knock at every alien door to come
to his own and one has to roam through all the
outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at
the end. My eyes strayed far and wide(illegible text) before
I shut them and said "Here art thou!" The
questioning cry of "Oh where?" melts into tears
of a thousand streams and deluges the universe
with the flood of (illegible text) the assurance of "I am!"
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