4

Feeling in your hands the heat of truth

And write now what is spoken

With as little thought as you can.

See now there is a light that cometh from a great great star

And it should be known that the star is too in the mind

For so is the universe

Which will come to be seen as the soul

The spirit 

Not in a word, but in them all

And the universe is the planet

And the planet a fig tree 

Working to grow

And without fruit still shooting forth new branches year around

To think of only thyne fruits is to neglect the workings of the natural state of growth 

To deny the extent to which we move in invisible realms is to see not the progress of the soul

But only the progress of others.

Everything inside is ultimately inside 

And everything outside may be brought in 

But there is a difference between a claimed object and a given object 

And that is the difference between truth and delusion

That is to say: the outward is always an abbreviation, 

An integration of internal parts 

It is the machine 

Perhaps in full,

One might say it is all the parts at once without meaning, 

And those objects of nature for which there are endless words 

Probe the ultimate source of natural truth

The place which is given to the being in this time,

To You.