20. Final Words

Tied to the post in the centre of the village, these were the final words of the Poet:
“I wrote my poems, and I did recite the truth therein to all of you, that ye might be free, and that ye might see the branch upon which ye sit, even that it is to be cut from the Tree.
And I ask you now: has your own destruction been avoided?
My father loved you all, and I love you, and I shall meet all of you again soon, and we shall sit on Heaven’s branches, and we will drink from the fountain of eternal knowledge, and we will swim in the sea of infinite Wisdom, and we will be Aligned.
And remember this, that if a man knoweth not who he is, and what he is, and why he is, and how he is, and where he is, and when he is, then how can he be Aligned?
Is the answer not within your reach?
For what is a man, but everything?
And who is a man, but a spark of divinity, floating through a sea of eternal knowledge?
And how is a man, but by and of THE ONE?
And where is a man, but here?
And when is a man, but now?
And why is a man, but to sit, and to see, and to feel, and to hear, and to learn, and to be what he is, and to kindle his spark, that he may know that he is free?
And this I say to ye who would hear, that I shall not leave you, for my words will remain, for we are bound to one another by the divine thread which doth weave and dance throughout everything that is.
Beloved people, I say unto each of you that if thou hath seen, and if thou hath heard, and if thou hath felt, then be a light unto those who are still in darkness, for thou art the seed of virtue—even the spark which doth lead to a blaze.
Behold, if thou have not seen, and hath not heard, and hath not felt, then search my words in thine own heart, for those who seek shall find, and those who listen shall hear the song of the Cosmos.
Lo, if thou shouldst find thyself sitting under the shade of an ancient fig tree near a fountain of thy youth, then fill thy cup with the water thereof, and drink, even that Wisdom may become thee.”

FEATURE

When you hold in your hand
A hardcover book,
As you sit by the side
Of a quaint mountain brook,

When the world is revealed
Within each sacred page,
When great secrets are told
Of the spirit of our age,

When the Logos hath risen
And the Way is revealed,
When Alignment is found
And the Soul has been healed,

You’ll be glad that you read
This strange book of our time,
And you’ll cherish these words
That brought Wisdom, sublime.

When you hold in your hand
A hardcover book,
As you sit by the side
Of a quaint mountain brook,

When the world is revealed
Within each sacred page,
When great secrets are told
Of the spirit of our age,

When the Logos hath risen
And the Way is revealed,
When Alignment is found
And the Soul has been healed,

You’ll be glad that you read
This strange book of our time,
And you’ll cherish these words
That brought Wisdom, sublime.

All rights reserved. No part of this eBook may be transmitted or reproduced by any person or entity, in any form or by any means, including but not limited to copying, recording, scanning, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without prior written permission from the publisher and author.