The sea dissolves into a stream of light,Where water turns to pure, essential soul;The stars descend to bathe within the white,And find the parts that make the spirit whole.The banks are lined with reeds of frozen song,That chime when brushed by a passing thought;The current here is merciful and strong,By no material constraints distraught.He drifts toward the horizon’s golden rim,Where land and water in a kiss unite;The world of matter grows remote and dim,Before the coming of the Infinite.The third quintet is closed, the veil is thin,The greater labors of the soul begin.We have reached the shore of the Astral Continent.
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