Only circling back to itself,
Quenching thirst with thirst,
Mocking your insatiable heart.
The only movement that will lead you to a redemption
From the heart's tempestuous restlessness
Is neither grasping forwards in time
Nor leaning backwards,
But stillness and motion in the present moment,
Remaining in the present and moving towards God,
Seeking Him alone and what He dost will,
Where you are alive in your existence
And awake though you sleep.
Arise, arise from your slumber,
Be wakeful even before this dream's end,
So that you may rest forever when you awake,
When your only true quest from this world to the next
Has finished and begun -
And then your end shalt be your perpetual beginning
For your end is now your beginning
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