Morning light has made it clear
And in the dew pond my soul is cleansed
Suddenly , certainty informs me thus :
I'm a wealthy man,without coffers of greed.
How blessed to see layers in air....
Soul of the mountain my friend at last ,
A statue no longer, my keenness brims.
Like a river , the journey's been long
Yet blessed with lessons from the source.
My path , my journey to me belong
Freely, realms of realms I now embrace -
Unabbreviated by time , untethered by turf.
My pockets are mute, my spirit ablaze
I'm a wealthy man , without coffers of toil...
I'm a wealthy man , without coffers of toil...
And worldly angels, look on perplexed !
By Hope KalĂ© Ewusi ©
By Hope KalĂ© Ewusi ©
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