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Often tingling is the air of life that breathes
In our soul;
Reminding us of the tarry strife borne by both
Young and old.
In the body, we pass this way but once;
Our sojourn's success weighed in darkness
And in the light.
If by darkness we trek, we arrive a dunce;
Trekking with the mind's eye opened, beauty and truth
Are always in sight.
Let us ever be mindful that love is the cornerstone
Of the ancestors' and our faith;
And wisdom, patience, understanding, and friendship
Are the pillars that make it great.
Though mortal beings we are, it is here, by deeds, that we must forge
Our immortality;
So that when we approach the aftermath's door, we only need to Knock and enter eternity.
