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FROM THE MAORI PHILOSOPHY 

The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun Will sweep om its course till the cycle is run

And when into chaos the system is hurled, again shall the Builder reshape a new world.

There is order although your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal. now MOVE ON !

For your orbit is fixed to your soul And though it may lead into darkness of night, the torch of the Builder shall give it  new light. You were. Thats a fact, You will be ! Know this while you are ; your spirit has travelled both long and afar. It came from the source, to the source It returns , the spark which was lighted eternally burns. It slept in a jewel . it leapt in a wave. It roamed in the forest. It rose from the grave. It took on strange garbs for long eons of years, and now in the soul  of yourself it appears. From body to body to body your spirit speeds on. It seeketh a new form when the old ones are gone.

 And the fom that it finds is the fabric you wrought  on the loom of the mind from the fiber of your thought.

As dew is drawn upward, in rain to descend, your thoughts drift away and in destiny blend. You cannot escape us, for petty or great,  or evil or noble  they fashion your FATE.

Somewher on som planet , sometime or somehow, your life will reflect the thoughts of  your NOW.

The Law is unerring,    no blood can atone. The structure you built you will live in --alone. From cycle to cycle, through time and through space, your lives with your longings will ever keep pace. And all that you ask for, and all you desire, must come at your bidding, as flame out of fire. Once list' to that  Voice and all the tumult is done, your life is the life of the Infinite One. In the hurrying race you are conscious of a pause, with love for the purpose, and love for the Cause. You are your own Devil, you are your own God-- You fashioned th epath your footsteps have trod.  Further more no one can save you from the error of sin. Until you have harked to the spirit within. In this argument too, the Minister owned his Skill, for even though vanquished, he kept arguing still; While words of learned length and thundering sound, AMAZED the gazing rustics ranged around;