The Psalms of Mortality Written by Henry M. Piironen Published by Henry M. Piironen at Smashwords Copyright © 2012 Henry M. Piironen First Part of "The Psalms of Mortality" Series Smashwords Edition, License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. 1. In search of the profound wisdom, And the untamed spirit of the ancient of us, I, Chronos Art, Wandered through the kingdoms of thought, Explored the fountains of the unexplored realms, Went through the iron gates of suffering, Rose to the heavenly delight of the happiness, Nurtured my fulfillment from my own being, Stood amongst the common, Those who seek not to unravel the depths of their existence, And shared the richness of the experience I found, When I was still but a wanderer. Though I had the keys go where ever my heart desired, Though I knew where all the treasures of heart, mind and wisdom were hidden, And though I was so rich in my spirit, Having found the infinite wisdom of the Universal Mind, And could I have thus lived in abundance of the soul, I was yet left with an unknown thirst. I had seen how hatred had torn civilizations apart, I had seen the skins of all evil when I was fighting the war against terrors of all kinds, I had seen futures where mankind was no more, And searched for the eyes that understood beyond the enslavement of thought, For such were the eyes of peace. And although I had traveled between heavenly, hell and the world between them, Shouted to the ears of evil the words of the end of their time, And although I had become through my many journeys like an angel of all depths, Having visited Buddhas of all times, wise of all civilizations, and holy men, Before the Unknown God I was naked and a trembling leaf. 2. Standing before the Unknown God, Having first sinned against this Infinite with vain thoughts, I prayed “Let me never be Holy, Let nothing separate my soul from others, Instead, Let me walk through all the kingdoms of this world, Through all that have been and now are, Let me live in equality instead of holiness; Please, I pray you, For me, a mortal, One day is like a thousand years for an Eternal, And so should the weight of every mortal be counted, So please, I pray you, As we all carry the infinite wisdom of the Universal Mind, Give me eyes to see from that infinite what is essential for us, Mortals, For I seek the liberty and the rights of the Mortal beings, And the wisdom to the ways of Mortal Life.” 3. Having thus renounced myself away from the blessings of the Holiness, Having thus refused the gifts of Enlightenment, Having thus liberated my soul from the bondage of all religions, Thus having faith only to wisdom, ethics and righteousness, I was free to wander freely through the Kingdoms of this realm, Yet having the Unknown and Highest God in the Temple of my Heart, For I search not for Eternal Existence, These days of my mortality are my only Eternity, An Eternity with a beginning and an end, For as time is without a beginning and an end, To be mortal is still to exist in Eternity. 4. As now being completely mortal, Though being born from the womb of non-existence, I received the eyes to understand the nature of all mortals, Not condemning, but being compassionate, Even for the ones of the evil nature, For as much as I would not condemn a wolf for its nature, So was I able to see through the eyes of the evil ones, Doing good without expecting others to do so, Experiencing hurtful acts, Yet not allowing them to transform my soul away from the way of peace, For that is the nature of unconditional love. 5. Living in solitude, I write these Psalms of Mortality, As unholy, unenlightened, unsaintly, For you my brothers and sisters of mortality, Independently of species, gender or race, For in this realm, All life is equally born to mortality, And such should be the nature of our wisdom, Though most of us seek to transcend into eternal existence, To heavens of all kind, To higher forms of existence. Be in peace with your beliefs, Leave behind the childish nature of being insulted by the names you are called, Seek the fulfillment of your soul freely, For as a mortal, That is your right; 6. With the level of its forms transient, From humanity's turbulent changes cries, The rising, from the gazes of its infinite ways, The emergence of all things universal. And, for your friend's compassion, Perception of illusion illuminated, Then will be first stones laid down, Acting as if someone who did not wish to rise, To the apocalypses of human nature, How perfect the earth, and the silence of war upon it! That the time past is seen as it is, "A misunderstanding conditioned since birth, To kill the unknown friends to us." 7. The half broken hope, A piece of our nobility intact, The other containing the darkness of the night, Shambled pieces to be found to make us whole. Against our own nobility, The stream of thirst to do evil, Guiding the blinded eye, We do mistake in our search; My loved ones still, Constantly before our eyes, And yet we still reach those broken spots which we are. Not so to our weapons of hate; Like the cycles of water they rain, Conquered, If at least Love be mightier in battle than Hate. That weakened ecstasy of bloodlust in me, What shambles people make of their lives, When our search for home is mistaken to thirsts. 8. With awful eyes burning tears to my eyes, This sight of the end me, From now, till eternity, Emptiness may be the place I will go from here; As if a transient occupying the space could be called the true existence of me: “O, mortal I am!” Least should this wandering chameleon be the bearer of poisons, Yet the spring of the love for my friends, Even the unknown, Whom I am not to return to, Grant me joys and sorrows those of the immortal. Like inhabitants of noble flame, Not thirst of a poisoned love, We’re stronger, Generations connected through causality, All life even holier through death! Strong are we, And our strength multiplied through the love for others, Infinite throughout the endless generations of humanity. 9. The newly born people will remain uncertain, Knowledge and the past we create will be their beacon, Your hand, O mortal, Will guide them, With your hand to the still blind, We will go together. With your actions are theirs partly fated, Yet they say: I saw him not. Yet they say: I saw her not. Because of the systems of morals, Do practice morality for morality’s sake? But the blind should not be so guided, Peace of wisdom and known righteousness, Would serve by nothing so much as the enlightenment of the beacon itself. With steps unwilling to the conflict of continuation and mortality, Society and the individual, No sacrifice, only wisdom to knowledge is needed. Side of my soul broad and deep, Side of my soul for my sake alone, For only part of my mortality shall I give to serve the whole, The age calls some selfishness, and some for serving the ages to come, And yet they both serve the ocean in which all the ages are one. 10. Seeing its wanderings from a distance, The illumination of the continuum, Looking to the ignorance of our ancestors, As if a friend's disease: How arrogant am I to see my own ethical nature as the peak, For in the millions of years to come, But a quarter of a grain of sand in Sahara is my generation. And ripples and the course between; The world’s whole continuum radiates ominously, Amazed of the forms it can take: The ages died, as other mortals do. In such unnatural degrees we rapidly transform our nature As whole realities are within another's ways. But on this great sight of lasting transformation, Look for the greater birth inside of you, For all that has been and will be is from the nature you are. In your nature and free will, All are for you to create, For you to slaughter, For you to love, Whose courage may be the downfall of our foe, Our own creation of thought and knowledge, The beast of war. 11. Soul wants the eternity of its existence, The soul thirsts and searches the way from this mortal land, Striking waves to the shore, And roars in anger: “Let my soul be free from this dying form.” Being relieved and clothed by flesh, It receives directions from the hope. Twelve months the foe, The captive soul is aged once more. This day is yet celebrated as the greatest of days, The coming eve closer to death, Delicious, To welcome the night of emptiness, With the stars from which the form is made of. You put on me the disease of hunger and mortality, I will the same celebrate: And struck on the black kiss of death, When quick emptiness becomes pregnant of my soul once more; I bow my head to live, Bravely shall I be with my love towards others, Though the temptation of anarchy seduces me, For the ageless kingdom of being a force of nature, Causality inside the mass mind, Grants me a second existence without a mind of my own, Yet I will be a loving soul, For all the other forms are for foes alone. 12. Oh this strong illusion in me, How tempting are you to me, Oh how I fool myself, All based on the faith I have in my senses, The content of what I have made my world as to be, Oh how I regard it to be more, And for a while I dive inside these kingdoms of the known, For there is nothing in the known reality but my own content. The best and most vivid reality of which a thinker is capable, Results into complete fulfillment, Think this, and be advised: You are but forever young in eternity. Soon my time has come to past, My experience has come to its end. While I danced I was ridiculing the companionship of my death. Closely together, the passions living all of their dreams, Towards heavens high on I put my wings to see the eyes of fire, I am who whistles around the places of my destruction, And so death would bless my name, And I loved her charming a tone, Soon I, the mortal, below the Heaven will rest. 13. So many were the ways of my being, Mine were very delicate of a function, Compared to the potential I saw in everyone, And thus I behaved and spoke according to what I saw. I have no need of such vanity, You are thought here where I live to be equal, Here I put one's will to be with that of others, This may result into honesty among mortals. Conversely, that a wealthy man is not but a character shaped by the archetype; They act, They behave as to attract respect; By knowing this instinct in human nature, I see the postures that grand me the power for people to elevate me above themselves. But the mortals carry greater fury in what they dare, For we have eyes to see through this masquerade, And bow we not to these expectations, For the eyes of ours are greater and deeper; Here the other blessed are also blessed, For to be born is to be blessed, And when a mortal will stand before you, You who demand us to grand you power through your postures, An Autumn of your power makes you mute. 14. I see the preachers of the illusions of the spirit, Your Divinity is here paganism, Yet wander in peace with us, These words are not from condemnation! I know your ways, I have travelled through all the kingdoms of the gods of this world. Proud preachers of illusions, Dreadful powers to spread to the continuum; The fulfilled cup in despair, So in the agony you come with your blessings, But the seven gates you hold closed, Those of the seven eyes of liberation. I'll give time for you to make your case. With the pompous postures you come, But soon the kingdoms of liberation are blinded in black, Must we all have an eternity to live? With silk you hide the blade, Then swiftly you enslave us with inside a kingdom of thought, With light you come to guide us into darkness, Leave your greedy labors for salvation of humanity, Have your kind not planted the seeds of distrust enough? I ask you, What shall be the satisfaction of your greed as a gift for generations to come, What satisfaction will you find after your death, How short were your blessings? 15. Thousands of faces we all have, Thousands for joy, Thousands for deceit, Thousands for personality, Thousands for suffering, Thousands for things rapidly changing. In a mass have our thoughts created this reality of Earth, In a mass we do contain the heavens and hells of this world, And for the injustice I see everywhere, Spread like escaped flames of inferno, My soul for anger rises into a storm; I cannot tame it. Speak, O leader of the world, Where is the kingdom of peace and fulfillment you promise? And where is the mortality of our being granted the blessings? I will bear your commanding for the while I live here, Pray, O leader of the people, To have wisdom to give all the equal opportunity to live; O this call for universal Love; We all sin, Under the laws of our own creation, Ready to make a million dollars, Will even some learn how to fulfill this unthinkable dream. O how mercilessly you took the liberty of some persons, Those who sinned under the laws of money, I at least do not see you as a lower being, You who lost everything, You who live in the streets, You who are a beggar, Where is the enemy who enslaves us so, Are we not humans all? How dare we spit over those who seek life outside this realm of thought, Cry you not as you see this now? 16. At the Dawn of my Wisdom, I, Chronos Art, Stepped upon that track that divides infinitely, And it shook the conditioned systems, And caused the falling of stars from my sky. I hold it fit that we shake the rust with flame in our will to freedom; I am as well mortal, my brother and sister, My heart itself is complete from others, And from love my heart is full. I seek joy and entertainment, But not diversion of my will, For like a spinning wheel, Can a hundred desires make me blind for the continuation. Enthusiasm I have found to be the greatest of blessings, All these I get from you, My brothers and sisters. Then I win my freedom, From the smile and a laugh we found together, Dreams, wishes, inspirations, victories, and things bright and beautiful, These things we will find together, O my brothers and sisters of mortality. 17. What doubting eyes do I find when I make myself fully manifest, I visit the places that the children go, I visit the places where the youth go, I visit the places the adults go, I visit the places the elder go, Everywhere we can make ourselves fully manifest, Not through faith or belief, But through ability. The left hand path is mine to wander, But rarely is the left hand path for me to use. A quarrel of mortals, How silly is that as a way to spend this voyage. The gentleman that still exist, With them is the nobility of the greatest of kind. Boys are wounded, and even killed, Simply because they walk the left hand path, And all the things they had in them, Now gone from them to live, And in this, Most of humanity, Is lost in a vague time. 18. Before I shut the media from my mortal eyes, The evil news spread inside my awareness like a wild fire, Down into darkness, It made me fell into the chains cynicism and distrust; The missiles, the grim plagues and hunger, But conquering beauty now holds me captive. From all that noise, The songs of liberation and independence, Are hard to mortal ears to hear. By the Lord you pray, The end of these hells on Earth. I know you to have bled from this hopelessness, As well as it made me bleed to see. Why, Is it so hard to hear, The innate songs of liberation and independence, As it plays as loudly as the sun above the Earth, The harmonious streams, That can be the song we sing around all this world. Universal love, That would not let us not seek misery for others. 19. A human will die, But things that composed a human remains. The characteristics, The acts, The spoken words, The emotions. Who finds the eyes to see all that is human, And thus composes himself like a musician, All eternity is within him. My words of universal love won’t make you immortal; These words are for style, These words are to open its use, And give eyes to see the contrasts; An experience of the universal human, How infinite is the potential in all of humanity. Like a reflection of an mirror to infinity, It may be seen, in constant exceeding, A great many of forms that pass through us, And to create turnings of a different kind, And dance upon the mortality, A light that shines the nobility of heart. The dawn of your wakening, Some hidden words of loving life, The tone of the song you are singing, Altering for a fruitful harvest of your own fulfillment. 20. To know your Self, Away will then go your masters, And shall not have power over you no more; O, how could you not be a child of this Eternity, And for the marriage of your own soul to be completed! But most of the ignorant, They pour fire to the fire, Instead of finding the fountain of their fulfillment. There, As bowing to none and seeing the postures that command nature, By Mortality endowed with the experience of not being bound by the ages of humanity, The transient personality travels in experience. But in the pride we claim ourselves to be the commander of another, Perverting the flame to be a burning one, Instead of a vitalizing one. And so, useless harvest of the gifts of this virtue deepen; All that is “I” in you can return. I beseech for you to know your self. 21. To do as the society demands me to exist as, To do as my sense of mortality demands me to exists as, A contradiction of the two needs is thus complete. Barren once were the rights of my mortality, Eyes dim to the time as mortality demands me to exist as. Many of my own years of trouble, All sprang from the laws of continuation of the society, But I found none, None had written from the rights to satisfy my mortal dreams, Which have rolled past my blinded eyes like the silent sorrow of the lost soul. I found myself not to be well, Anxiety and foolish expectations, Dreams of grand vanities, For life to be bought with millions of dollars, O my mortal soul, How had I neglected you! Remain there in the cave, Described by the wise Plato, In the cave created of our collective thinking, And see how they fight. Whose appearance is the greatest, leads us, And for the wealth and attraction, We see them most fit. Who am I to give the dreams of your mortal love; That, when you breath the fires of your fulfillment, By the look of their powerful and confident eyes, In the shining of their appearance, We follow them to seek dreams we can buy, And in agony we are without glorifying appearances; But how, O mortal, Could you ever own anything but your soul? 22. Only few I see who have found in their thought, The liberation from the hymns of the mass; Only few dare to combat in themselves against this myriad, For this passing day of their mortality! How could any moment be with less wonder than your own birth, Tell me, If your own life were now set before you, The result of the life you would create yourself to live, Answering the desires of your vital and liberated heart, See the things the children of you should see, Yet not too far from where you are now, O mortal, The fate casted into stone by you, Into the dawns of your many awakenings throughout your life, The stirrings and sweet moments you should live, O what kind of a world would be your creation! 23. The grasses bend in under the blowing winds of the day, Like a rooted colonies waiting for those, Who have ascended into being part of the wind, To move them according to their highest hopes and dreams. They rose into the heights profound, Seeking to divert the sufferings away. Farewell to poverty, Let my tears finally be heard, For that we seek to ascend, To be a wind for the blades of grass, Now infected with the vanity and greed, Full of pride and pompous attraction, Yet receiving the air to be the wind, From the blades of grass. Left and Right Arms now divine these, Who seek the rights of the mortals, Smitten without power over before fallen, From the core to the outer spheres of the circle, And with the resting place again returning to the soul, I say to you O mortal, Seek not things outside your fulfillment, With deceptive attraction, Your soul is easily enslaved. 24. There is a path to the historical immortality, Beyond the wisdom of those who speak of only timely things, Beyond the wisdom of those who abuse only the trends of the contemporary, Thus speaking out of greed instead of deeply founded mysteries of wisdom. Their kind the historically immortal outlive, Like a banana fly is outlived by a human, And ascend into entities inside the mass mind. If you are to be a person of great significance, Live in wisdom like the wise King John the Baptist, Who walked among men unequal only in knowledge, A leader is like a personification of characteristics, Amplified in the followers, And who becomes a timeless, but unseen head, Like Richard Dawkins is for Atheists, The manifested actions of their words, Foretell the actions below the head. Ever the historically immortal kings, Their disputes and conflicted thoughts divide; Have you not a soul of your own to rule, O mortal? Can I not see your heart behind the camouflage? 25. Where are those who speak of the rights of the mortals, And give me the liberty of a living sentiency? I speak this to my brothers and sisters, We are all mortals, united by the briefness of our existence. The order developed by the ancient of men, All a creation thought; Follow well in that organized thought, And you are rewarded by the rewards created by thoughts; Perceive that reality as an illusion, A transient form of organization of cause and effect, Get your skin as hard as you can, For there is no reality created beyond the created, Yet existing. How to treat your brothers brotherly, How to treat your sisters sisterly, O we are but of the same root and origin; What you face beyond the valued, Given by those who are created through knowledge to have status to judge, Even over your own tastes and experiences, Prepare for dreadful questioning, And questionable it becomes: You shall not be allowed to exist outside the created. You will never be released unto your own freedom, Until you accept the two: Greater weight is set over the continuation of the society, A lesser weight is set over the rights of your mortal fulfillments. The sins of this realm are plenty—if sin you choose to see. I seek not to make anyone a slave, For that the times of the past would be gone, Is a faith of great illusion. 26. The mortal denies the value of gold over the value of a sentient life, It is the heart of others I dwell in; Where is it? The treasure beyond love! Whose left arm alone will give satisfaction enough for the soul? With your own thoughts open the realm of your full satisfaction; The war of this world has not been ignited by anyone of the now living. None of us foreknow the moment of our birth or our death. The reality of our existence, Us the living, Rests only within us. With our feathers open for ways of the noblest in our hearts, An illusion to the donations of our time, Gone and then freely given. The lightning in storms of liberation, Spring as seeds from within, Over these flesh made limbs, Seeking some form of one’s own soul; The liberated from the slavery to ideas, The humanists finally go to their resting place, As now all mortals speak: “We became free of oppression.” 27. Only few moments are granted, For me to ascend to the liberty of my soul, And when I return, What is it you would have me to do for you? For together we form a life greater than one, From the existence of all of us, Even the animals, Is created what we live in. Do not look with pity on those whose paths have fallen; But in the rebels in this unthinkable oppression, I see the seeds of a new kind realm. And in the temple of our bodies, I seek to fulfill my mortal desires, Thus, come not to bring guilt over the ways of the free and the rebellious! Without a burden created of thought, Time is not shorter or less spent. 28. From the subverted and latent desires, The negligence of the soul begins, Though guarding innumerable human beasts from rising. How numerous the number of the indifferent persons may be, The majority of humans exist not in one time period alone. Though gratified from one virtue, So are some oppressed by the lack of the same virtue; Of mercenaries, Mortals devoted to death, Condemned are they not with each other. And much lament falls over the mortal, Should he fail in any of his virtues. That is, Your eyes weight according to your heart. When a mortal perceives the universal humanity, Across time and space, Wide and deep, Gentle and understanding are his eyes. 29. To see the mortal walk his life in cheer, O, he is but manifestation of the joys of life! The mortal wanders the upward path, No cold lies are poisoning the fountain; Pale are those in their anger, As if trying to paint the air. Trumpets of the angels blow loudly, For the sake of those who love existence, Unlike the sorrowful doctor Faust. Great are the powers of the cheerful mortals, Like the Gigantes of the ancient mysteries, With rapid movements, Their eyes pass judgment over the black inked hearts. 30. The gloom rising from the awakened soul, Once painted dark by the songs of the masses, Sitting with them at their intoxicated requiems, Drinking heavily; But now their wines leave the head dry, The eyes are clear and the mind is sound, Those born to descend, Are now under his feet. Their wisdom was that of the left hand path, Their hearts sealed to nothingness, How much fog was in the mind before the awakening. O mortal, Surely the enjoyments of are not sins, Surely the awakened travel inside the realms of intoxication, But there is nothing real for you to find there. O mortal, Come, Rise, And leave the unprofitable chats. You descended by accident, And by yesterday nights of humanity; Rise like the moon to your seven spheres, Turn back, I ask you, From the useless glamour and wilderness! Rise, Before the body begins to break unto your death! 31. The flies fly through the fingers, Circling around, Confused of their existence, Who with a tragic death exit their lives. Now, That is the place of all my existence, All my joys and sorrows, Not sacrificing any thought or time to non-existent spirits, How dare the eternal ask even years, From these few days of my not everlasting eternity. What is your will, if it be the will of others? What is your choice, if they be the choices given by others! To the mortal, freedom has evolved into a matter of conquest, An entrance into something yet effortless, From the first morning light to the last moment, The sweetness of joys and smiles are the delights of my heaven. 32. Outside good and evil, Even the wisest sing and dance, Like our fellow creatures, the birds rise from day to day, Is this not worthy a note, For all from the genius to the fool, All search the moments of joy from the day. I trust myself as so to find these places, An answer rising from the giggling belly. Bring the depths to my chamber, That is only the second significance, For O my mortality is a playful educator. Now deep as an ocean, How easily it drowns the lamp of light. 33. O the ever beautiful daughters of Earth, Far are the years of your oppression going, And soon, The sin of Eve is known no more. The sun just rising, For the liberation of the ways of your nature, Like the candle that is soon elevated to be the daylight. Why should we continue this foolish fight, Of the ages now past! Inspired I am from your young, And though I hear the old ways still singing their shameful songs, With purpose of our wings, So shall those songs be left into history, For now, All the future is equally yours, O the ever beautiful daughters of Earth. 34. Of bold victories all the beasts of our own creation, The ages of liberation have risen, From Christ to Gandhi to Martin Luther King, Now these nights of our thought harbor here no more. But in the presence of our power of our creations, The rise of these unthinkable beasts await, They are modes of thought, Nested inside the minds of the masses. But like the wise know how close their evil mouth, For thousand mouthed are we, When through the streets the nobility of our hearts wanders, From the fragmented thousands, So we can compose the Majesty of human nature. 35. To sober one’s mind away from stealing and killing, Placing one’s eyes to see through the lifetime of another, Such are the ways of the nobility of heart, Such are the ways of those who understand the mortality of all life, Are priests the reason you do so not? Good hearted mortal, Retain your soul from such malice for your own nature’s sake; Rebellious minds against the creations of our thoughts, The darkness inherited from our ancestors, Because of the wise eyes they were forced out of you! Like talking to fearful rabbits, Still stranger sound your words unto all, Who understand not their mortality. Left and right hands, Let them be made companions, Step after step, With the patience of eternity, The mortality’s triumph for the union of these paths shall rise. But you impatient are weeping for why it not be so already, Nor the next day, But only until the rise of another sun, The peace made to ascend. 36. To see the infinite variation in continuations, In mind they lead to uncertain ends, Yet their ends are certain ends. The blind speak of points of no return, Perhaps in the causality it be so, But for the sake of the persistence of memory, Oh foolish it would be to not try again! The dead are forever dead, The living unchained through the eyes of eternity, Not raging, Still being the fiercest of storms, For all the existing time is theirs, and theirs alone. If a mortal has no great dreams to live for, Reader of a vast amount of variation hid in every moment is he not. But the fact is that in every moment, Exists everything, That is human. What if the immortals were blinded so, Would their existence be but an everlasting drift, Receiving life only from the chaotic unions of causality! Foremost importance of a mortal is: If all life be the children of chaos, How blindly do we enter through the gateways of the future, When there are only marriages of the chaotic spheres. 37. Like having a tone are all souls sounded, The tones of anger, The tones of the deep, And those of the lost. Behind me are the times of dreams, The mountains, And the hall of mirrors, Till I came to hear the tones of our souls. The same things glorious and beautiful still I find, Unknown friends being like the ones old now, Only spoken I have not with them. My lord was once the creation of our thoughts, Until I was born to see them only as thoughts, And not the protector of mortal existence! Other acts dependent of the free will then rise, From the unpredictable nature of the quantum world, Undetermined, Beauty of the unforeseeable rising from this apprehension, Skilled in the mastery unbound causality. So I cast my dices, In the remembrance of Adam's loss. He is the brother of the fatherless souls, Tone of a sweeter voice I hear, In a righteous passion, The solid ground is in his Wisdom. This Earth was once a star, Till our search to return to the paradise lost began, For that we must work, Your glowing soul, The emerald of the thousand ears, Hear the sound that will lead us home. 38. Responsibilities for others the mortal has not, You cannot give him more than you freely choose, Why not? Why will you not dance his dance! Thus change the spheres like the moon. Arrived to mortality you have, And entered from the womb of non-existence you have, To the spheres of life, Some remote, Some only one step away, Some where you are at: A better soil is created from the first dawn possible to grasp. On the other side of the sphere, Are eyes that see differently, Yet the body being at the very same event. The moon is but a mindless sphere, Let all the heavens and realms of hell be our own creations! My death bed is forever bleeding in me, I speak not to comfort you with an illusion, For the composition of the moon is its identity! 39. Bootless were my legs when I was born, This way to our deaths we will go, And my waist enjoys the laughs no more, With my brothers and sisters of mortality, Thus I live in indulgence of the moments, Instead of being in the abstinence of these passing joys! Enter to the rights of the mortal, Why or for what would the nobility of our hearts exist, Penalty, Under that word we justify giving harsh pains to others. But unpenetrable breastplate the truthful of their mortality wear, Enrolled away from that dreary mind. And I know death as one of my spheres, It is a thought, And the truthful knowledge to justify dreams of all kind, How could I condemn anyone of the spheres of dreams rightfully chosen, For we are all carriers of that terrific sphere! 40. The blind winds hover over the discrimination of the content of awareness, Sister sphere of condemnation said she must get the other to know as she knows. Oh, who can but sink in such of a sphere! One cannot blame the other from the knowledge contained and lived in, It seems to me that an all knowing God who commanded such would be a hypocrite. Have you not done it, Travelled through the spheres of darkness? Expression through actions, So are the ways of different spheres made to manifest, Do you think the image and the name of your God or a Prophet, Instead of the beliefs and ideals represented? The number of the spheres of knowledge is infinite, How could anyone of them be an insult against another, As you live in your own. Wander there freely O mortal, Speak not against, but understand; Who can foretell the nature the dominate spheres of distant ages? I am free to forgive you, So are you to free to forgive me. You alone make the spheres of your soul strong and fierce! Bows and blades need you not, For the fire of your passions burn the hurtful names, Never can they touch you so long as you are free! The ocean deep brother of the sister intelligence, Wisdom, Like a wind rushes through your mouth. And you are no longer shy, For you have attained the nudity of your soul to be uncovered, Instead you say: "Sir, I am these and these things, Why should them be otherwise than what I am! So be it, Let that be a name you give to me, But only in you is that name, I carry only those of my own, And even though I would be what you say, What shame is in being also a that kind of form of human, Instead, you have now given me the freedom to be also that what you say!”