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Poetry of life has a rhyme;
The rhymes are the festivals.
The verse of life has a rhythm;
The rhythms are the months, seasons, years.
As you celebrate the new season
and enjoy the festival
of annual renewal,
resurrection and rebirth
of your spiritual sun,
know that every breath
is a rite of passage
and vow to make every breath
a verse – a poem
with rhythm and rhyme.
May your entire next year
be a symphonic sonorous song.
I wish you a festival all year long.
May you have a celebration
the whole year long.
May you and yours ever become
a festival of rhythmic dance and song.
A happy season
and a very prosperous New Year
to you all.
(Revelries in Sanctity, page 7)
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