Pure aspiration in the subtle realms,
Cascades as desire in the physical,
But before that, it must pass through the human mind,
Where it fights a thousand battles with demons of conditioned thoughts,
If only it can make that passage uninterrupted,
It will be held with raw intensity and love,
Without fear or grasping.
If the aspiration is fortunate to be thus cradled,
It will manifest as truth,
My truth, your truth, universal truth,
Blazing from the very depth of the way-shower’s soul.