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Absolute cleanliness is Godliness! Teach the Moral ABC that unites all mankind free, instantly 6 billion strong & we're all-one. "Listen Children Eternal Father Eternally One!"
Love is like a willful bird! Do you want it? It flies away! Yet, when you least expect its bliss, it turns around and it's here to stay! For centuries man struggles, half-asleep, half-living, small, jealous, bickering with mountains of red tape, to be awakened, the night God chose giving; his great reward for hard work; poetry-unity-love, evolving man above the ape! Poetry-unity-ecstasy-love, evolving man above, above, above the ape! Co-in-ci-dent-ally and yet oh-so-slow, sweet kisses whisper softly into waiting ears, arousing heavenly flames, that enlighten, renew, brilliant fires, blazing through dark lonesome years! For who else but God gave man this sensuous passion?! Love that can spark mere dust to life?! Beauty, in our eternal father's fashion, ecstasy-far above earthly greediness & strife!
Passions that quicken your senses, fulfill, quench the thirst of lonesome years! Yet, the sun has shadows: learn to control your will, to enjoy lifelong happiness, not tears! Wait, rise to the stars above and thrill! Arouse the very flames of life! Sweetheart, kiss me! Hold still! Hold still! Listen to God's reward for strife! Rosebuds, slowly woken, break budding open, delicate, sweet, so on soft fingertips, shivering up your spine, red pulsing blood, in lightning speed through your pure body's lips! Caressing deep, searching way out of sight! Oh, beautiful spirit of God's eternal spring, heat of passion in a warm moonlit night, ecstasy to be buried in heaven, within! Relax, then, through long, dreamless sleep, body & soul join close in life's most brilliant bliss; revealing clarity-beauty-harmony-peace, sailing on far-away sun laden ships! Yet-what-cunning-feminine-touch, can draw new desire to pulsing lips? When-soft-hands-wander-casually-such, deftly down near lingering tips?!
If you can keep your head, when all about you are losing theirs & blaming it on you; if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too; if you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don't deal in lies, or being hated, don't give way to hating! And yet don't look too good nor talk too wise: if you can dream - and not make dreams your master; if you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; if you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two impostors just the same; if you can bear to hear the full truth that you have spoken, twisted by crooks to make a trap for fools; or watch the things you have given your life to, broken, and yet stoop to build them up again with worn-out tools; if you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it at one turn of pitch or toss; and lose and start again at your beginnings and never breathe a word about your loss! If you can force your heart, your nerve, your sinew, to serve you long after they are gone, and so hold on although there is nothing left within you, except that voice which says to them; "Hold on! Hold on!" if you can talk to crowds & keep your virtue; or walk with kings-nor lose that common touch; if neither loving friend nor enemy can hurt you; if all men count with you, but none too much! Then, if you can work hard to teach each unforgiving minute the Moral ABC that unites all mankind free, come hell, hate, ban, you'll enjoy God's spaceship earth & do great work within it! And which is more you'll help unite the human race in astronomy's great all-one-God-faith! For we're all-one or none! Sure, they say: "east is east & west is west & never the twain shall meet!" but there is neither east nor west, nor border, breed nor birth, once the Moral ABC unites all mankind free on God's spaceship earth! Then, and only then, no matter how rough the trip, how charged with punishment the scroll, you are the captain of thy ship! The master of thy soul! Then, these are the days my friend, we know they'll never end! We'll work-sing-dance-love, marching on! Marching on!
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