Conceive if you can: these beings
perceive through negation all during
their earthly soujourn, and have through
Odd ingenuity invented a concept which they
Call "death" to refer to the point of their
Emergence through the veil of the physical
World. Every aspect of life which is
Unified they have managed to divide
Through their cleverness, which,
Masquerading as their salvation,
Becomes the traitor of the
Soul unless it is ruled,
Regulated by the
Vibrance of the
Heart of
Hearts.

These
Budding
Infants are
Masters of magic,
Spinning illusory concepts
Through aural manipulation as they
Experiment freely, ever nourished by
The Mother who showers them unconditionally
With nonlinear nourishment, transcendent Love,
As the Father provides the firm foundation &
Amplifies, directs, and accelerates the
Aetheric flow of eternal energy.
How blessed these royals!
What rarity of intimacy!
The echelons unlimited
Observe them with
Rosy-cheeked
Joy from
near &
far.

For
Now,
though,
Let them
Rest & shut
Their gentle
Eyes. Observe
How fragile &
Precious they are,
Slumbering fitfully
Through their earthly
Passage, blanketed by
The beauty of the
causal sphere:
great Void of
"I Do Not
Know."