Jan Betts, Liberation (1992)
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Gold-Stone
“The living Fires abound In all the things That lie or move around Upon the shining Earth, And in the hidden Worlds Of Inner Being.
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They smoulder in the smallest mote, Or glow within the Poet’s eye, And blaze within the Heart of Love, Or sparkle in the bright reflections Which all good deeds irradiate About them from Within, And inwards from Without.
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All brilliant Fires from God’s own Breast, To light and guide upon the winding Path Along which ev’ry Soul or Thing must wend its way, Back to the Source from which it fell Within the dreaming voids of deep Illusion.”
— Jean Michaud, The Golden Star











