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Sermon by the Sage
To flow into oneself is as easy as
travelling in the void and vacuum
Whenever and wherever you begin from
You can always choose to reach the Axle
Light only shows you the paths
It is in the darkness, destination reveals itself
***
Truths invariably start as Dreams
What you cannot envision will not be Inevitable
The Formless Omniscience is within you
Command and see
All the secret chambers will unlock their mysteries
No need for the entire creation to cower or conspire
To bear your burden of desires on its shoulders
Take one steady step even as a Dwarf and see
***
The fate lines on the forehead
Are the wrinkles of your profound thoughts
The fortune lines of your palm
Is the sweat that flows in your clenched fists
Here’s is the cardinal Axiom
For your chariot, the wise chauffeur
Fluttering flag, galloping horses, whirling wheels, everything is you.
It is your drive to drive.
***
To each his desires
Leave them to their destinies
Be a smooth tongue
Amidst the sharp Canines, Molars & Incisors
Practice to perfection deft swirling.
When you can speak in many tongues,
Words each wants to hear but mean nothing to you
You are greatly revered
***
One who looks within is always happy
One that has many faces is invincible
travelling in the void and vacuum
Whenever and wherever you begin from
You can always choose to reach the Axle
Light only shows you the paths
It is in the darkness, destination reveals itself
***
Truths invariably start as Dreams
What you cannot envision will not be Inevitable
The Formless Omniscience is within you
Command and see
All the secret chambers will unlock their mysteries
No need for the entire creation to cower or conspire
To bear your burden of desires on its shoulders
Take one steady step even as a Dwarf and see
***
The fate lines on the forehead
Are the wrinkles of your profound thoughts
The fortune lines of your palm
Is the sweat that flows in your clenched fists
Here’s is the cardinal Axiom
For your chariot, the wise chauffeur
Fluttering flag, galloping horses, whirling wheels, everything is you.
It is your drive to drive.
***
To each his desires
Leave them to their destinies
Be a smooth tongue
Amidst the sharp Canines, Molars & Incisors
Practice to perfection deft swirling.
When you can speak in many tongues,
Words each wants to hear but mean nothing to you
You are greatly revered
***
One who looks within is always happy
One that has many faces is invincible
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