When one follows the true Will, the Road will form itself; its directive melody woven wordlessly in the company of Twilight.

These whispers are ALL THE TIME BOLD but elusive, a silvery coverlet of specters sheathing and guiding the interior Eye.

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Devotional processions shape a chrysalis in the Heart Center, bathing one’s Pathway in a cloak of luminosity. in this way, the electric fortress one forms is illimitable and throbbing with light—the interior Flame imbues the Midnight Glass with Vision to find itself.

 

ANY fractured discomfort, however necessary, is not but a String compared to the Orchestra of what is to come!

 

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Devouring darkness always sings in twinkling bliss; and the house of Moksha permits the perceiving of all realities, as if it were a strange Diamond at Dusk!

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One must submit to the Fires of the Eye! And might Life always inspire, despite moments of unsavory Traveling, however robust!

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