O’ Friend

Thou are the infinite, the whole, one with the creator and the creation;

What makes thee think there isn’t a purpose to thy existence,

O’ Friend, when even a machine carries no extra parts;

What makes thee think of thyself as an unneeded part in this universal machine;

Shed off the eons of ignorance;

Close thy eyes and with nothing but pure belief in thyself;

Dance, O’ friend; Dance to thy own tune;

Dance, O’ friend; Dance like you have never danced before;

Dance to the tune which defines thee; thy essence; thy existence;

Dance, O’ friend; Dance with the utter belief for what is life if not a celebration;

For what are each of one meant to do but be;

Dance O’ friend; Dance to thy own tune;

For what else would thee do;

For what shall happen if the clock stops ticking; the sun stops shining;

the trees stop producing; the flowers stop blooming;

Find thy song, O’ friend;

For only those who seek receive;

Go within or without, the path matters not;

Seek with utmost purity, patience and perseverance;

Seek O’ friend, seek thy song;

For the sooner thou discover it, the sooner the celestial dance of thy existence shall begin;

Ah! what pleasure there is in the dance, what contentment, what ecstasy;

Find thy song, O’ friend.

Dance, O’ friend; Dance to thy own tune;