Sustain yourself only in the endless;
For having neither roots nor foundations
He is the brown paper and string that parcels infinity.
The truly secure are the truly free.
Soul-kites soaring in the buffeting wind;
Drawing in life from this joyous surrender.
They do not arrive to fanfares,
But their confidence courses like a swollen river;
A fierce flow from gentle smiles.
And like snails and comets
A silver trail marks their path;
Celebration of fearless exploration into the dark.
Yes they have known and own this truth -
Great cathedrals turn to dust,
The best of soul-mates breaks your trust.
And always there stands the open-mouthed grave,
Ready to mock the most earnest of oath-makers.
So be like these few:
Sustain yourself only in the endless.
For having neither roots nor foundations,
He is the brown paper and string parceling infinity.