Step out from sunlight into shade, to make more room for others. The tears that water the parched soil of pain and sorrow bring forth the blossoms and the fruits of Karmic retribution.
Out of the furnace of man's life and its black smoke, winged flames arise, flames purified, that soaring onward, 'neath the Karmic eye, weave in the end the fabric glorified of the three vestures of the Path.
'Chosen fragments from 'The Book of the Golden Precepts' translated and annotated by H.P.Blavatsky in 'The Voice of The Silence'
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