The great adventure(1)

From the first,

in the art to develop,

what proffesion of my mind.

can see,

can feel,

can touch,

can smell,

and think but not to be thought,

and feel but not as too much to felt,

and touched yet not to be seen at the feet of the meet.

Thus the mind do develop when it has been lonesome so very much indeed,

makes the inaminate animated in its wake.

. . . thus formeth friends out of the shade from the shadows.

. . . thus taketh the adventure of its lifetime;

Then it began the forging of its cycle to see the un-named:

My mind is my own cage and its own unlimited power only to see when I wake up to the real reality of,

Life.