When word reached the Soul, a Song broke thus...
Float above mortal expectations,
flee from improper propositions,
and move accurately with the
flight of your Heavenly Disposition.
۵
Conquer nothing
but the will that says conquer.
Travel deep into the night
to realise the sight of the unsightly.
Never delay upon
the musings of an
opportunity that says:
‘Go forth,
my dear,
into the plane of purpose and peculiarity!’
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Now consider
the implications of a Soul unrivalled,
of a purpose unfettered,
of a plight unfelt.
What is life
but the experience of full surrender
to unknown depths and harmonious heights.
What is at the root
of your curiosity other than a Will
that has no aim, no fight, and no force;
a Will that accepts all and runs not.
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Travel deeply, dear one.
Travel without delay.
Travel further than the will that says not.
All else shall be revealed…
