34. Make Me Thy Butterfly of Eternity

I burnt my past. I ignored the foreboding seeds of sprouting destiny. I waded through the strewn ashes of past and future fears.

I am the eternal present. I tore to shreds the cocoon of ignorance with the sharpness of my will.

I am Thy flitting butterfly of eternity, sweeping through immeasurable time. The beauty of my nature-wings I spread everywhere, to entertain everything. Suns and stardust are spread on my wings. Behold my beauty! Cut all the silken threads of thy shrouding folly: follow me in my flight to myself!


35. I Will Not Offer Unto Thee Mind-made, Hothouse Songs