Hermes, my friend, who I know in the end
Fulfills his duty and will guide me home
To the fields where Holy Proserpine roams
Blessed, an initiate of mysteries
I've seen the maiden and the Bacchic King
Hermes, Dear Lord, guarding with your rod
The hopelessly lost faster than the speed of thought
Be present with your mystic who needs taught
To navigate around the blocks of mind
The difficult, the hateful and unkind
Obscuring the path to the one, the good
Of the righteousness and the understood
Experiencing the divine vision
Teach the application of the wisdom.
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