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Come, come,
Come swirling like snowflakes
Into rain-darkened hills.
Set your pristine footprints
In Time’s well-trodden stream.
Let your eyes be filled with white.
Come where the singers who yearn to,
With eyes skyward focused,
Become the singers of light.
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Hurl, hurl,
Hurl all you think is you
Into crackling bonfires.
Let the cleansing begin
Of what was unwashed
‘Til day replaces the night.
Hurl with the singers who burn to,
With voices unbroken,
Become the singers of light.
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Rise, rise,
Rise up to breathable air.
Let absorption restore you
To one newly empty
As the silence welcomes sight.
Join with the singers who learn to,
By newly formed virtue,
Become the singers of light.
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A poem from Stanley Fligner, a student with five decades in the Fourth Way work.