Rise and see
It is your works
You are pure and perfect.
Sleeping is
Not your business,
It is the business
Of the demon.
You are a man, my dear,
You are not to sleep,
You are to rise, awake
And see and work
You are perfect and pure.
You are part and parcel of God
You are God.
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