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Every atom pants for glory: greed Of self-fruition earth’s whole creed!

Life that thirsts for no flowering—death: Self-creation—a godlike deed;

Through self the mustard-seed becomes A hill: without, the hill a seed.

The stars wander and do not meet, To all things severance is decreed;

Pale is the moon of night’s last hour No whispered things of friendship speed

Own self is all the light you need;

You are this world’s sole truth, all else Illusion such as sorceries breed.

These desert thorns prick many a doubt: Do not complain if bare feet bleed.