Look Without...
And mighty rapids engulf your eyes, a storm that seldom settles and a sundering wind bellows. You stand in relentless pursuit of what you seek, what you will to discover is stretching you in many different directions. It is no wonder, wearing these garments of desire, you have grown so weary and tired.
Look Within...
I speak from my living sanctuary through universal rhythms unto you.
Look Within...
Here you will find that which you posture for and seek, your lifetines of yearning will be renounced, and your search deserted. The years of scrounging and the recounting of experiences are coming to an end. The recollection of being here before, again, and yet again, is soon forgone, like a wind through the canopy. The desert long wandered with parched throat and burning soles, contracts, and soon becomes a simple sandbox that can be willingly left or entered.
Look Within...
And as you unfold with each poarchfire and wind, each solstice and season, all you have been seeking will be added unto you. In this new posture of seeing, the very arm that is reaching out for more evaporates, and your eyes will fix upon that which remains.
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