I will speak to you
Not of my thoughts
My thoughts are only to order my mind
To return my consciousness to the watcher
The one who listens and sees
I will speak to you of an aeon of watching
Within and beyond the flesh
The great teachers are the great celestial bodies
The great master is the great terrestrial way
The spiral path of the unfolding earth
The earth will not argue its truth
It will simply turn
To its completion
Cease to think for a solution
Enter the way and in dissolution become the solution
I will not tell you my story
I will tell you of my art
I will give the craft
To return you to your art
Silence the voice of your story
Hear the words of the watcher