What be noble, what be grand?
For all that ever is
Was a time
Of the unknown discovery

Can a thing be and not be
As it is not, and then as it is
That we should acknowledge it
Subject only to will?

But what can become
From nothing?
As birth to itself is of another
Who did birth and give life.

And who can count what is
And what is not?
As what is will never cease to be found
And what is not will never cease to diminish

That of a truth there can be only truth
Of the endlessness of endlessness
And the revelation of the lie of lack
Determined only by the desire of the want

Where of the observation alone is there change
And the acceptance of the revelation
Exposed to each desired to accept
That the lie no longer serves reason

Nothing can be lost
Save itself the dream of loss
That we would discover that
For the sake of itself our desire

And who shall we blame
Upon the altar of that awakening
When pain itself is meaningless
In the face of life’s everlasting truth?

So feel what you wish to feel
That you may tell yourself
You believe you felt it

And build what you wish to build
That you may tell yourself
You believe you built it

And think what you wish to think
That you may tell yourself
You believe you thought it

And destroy what you wish to destroy
That you may tell yourself
You believe you have destroyed it

As the creation of a thing
Is only true from the lack of knowledge
And the destruction of a thing
Is only true from the lack of wisdom

As nothing made was not made already
And nothing gone is unmade at all
So much so that even the smoke of death
Upon death of death – is eternal

But how noble it is
To create a thing,
unseen under the sun
Though it was always in heaven

And how grand it is
To give a thing to another
Unshared before under the sun
Though it is shared by all in heaven

And he who is witness to the spirit of this life
Lives even now
As he always was
In heaven, though under the sun

Ryan o0o