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What say Ye, my Beloved?

To Life!

Beautiful is the Life.

Beautiful is the Mystery that keeps all things new.

Beautiful is the gently Radiating Spirit, Mystery's resplendent Child.

Oh the Joy of the Radiating Spirit, how it cuts the Void and fills it!

The Joy of youthful lust that burns the flesh with its placid fury.

The Joy of Love's hand reaching out to partake of Beauty and Goodness.

The Joy of Life well lived, resident in Mystery!

Unravel Ye the sacred down of secrets as Providence may ordain,

Only to  have it taken from thy hand; deepening; 

Becoming opaque once more, enticing thee further to plumb its star-ridden depths.

By this dance does the contented Soul pass its days

Until it has riddled it's fill of secrets. 

Then, heavy with Life's sweet fruits, it retires 

To that cool, dark, and still Place of quiet forgetting.

Then rise again, the slate washed afresh, to bathe the world

in the fluid warmth of thy Radiating Spirit, renewed!

Beautiful is the Life!

To Life!

What say ye then, my Beloved?

Go in Peace, and may'st thou know Beauty.