He rises to the towers of the wind,Where sylphs are woven from the morning mist;By no terrestrial gravity confined,By no material density oppressed.The architecture here is made of breath,Of sighs and whispers and the scent of rain;A realm that knows no permanence or death,No heavy anchor and no tethered pain.He learns to float upon a single word,To ride the updraft of a lofty thought;To be as transient as a singing bird,In no conceptual net or snare be caught.The five-fold elements have had their say,As he prepares for the transcendent way.The foundational elements are mastered.
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