As fully as the sun or the stars.
Indestructibly a part of Eternity.
Where are you, Truth, where are you?
The Desert is pitiless.
I am frightened of its bigness and its indifference.
I am alone, an atom thrown out from Eternity,
Allotted to do my part.
I will do my part, and it shall be my own.
I refuse to be moulded in the common mould,
None different from another.
I refuse to step regularly according to custom;
To measure myself among the monotonous patterns laid out before me.
I will be myself and obey the voice within me
Which impetuously cries to be free;
To wander imperiously, destroying the paths,
The moulds and the patterns.
O Truth discover yourself unto me.
[Enter Truth, with shining wings.]
TRUTH:
Ask, and I will answer.
I.
POET:
Your face is pale, like the earliest dawn, before the birds have awakened.
Your feet are like lilies by the rim of a pool.
And your wings the mist of a cataract wherein the sun plays.
Making a delicate glory ; fleeting ; iridescent.
Your face is calm, the abiding-place of Sorrow.
TRUTH:
I am Truth, the sword-bearer;
Never to be possessed by Man.
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