Creed
I have no parents I make the heavens and earth my parents.
I have no home I make awareness my home.
I have no life or death I make the tides of breathing my life and death.
I have no divine power I make honesty my divine power.
I have no means I make understanding my means.
I have no magic secrets I make character my magic secret.
I have no body I make endurance my body.
I have no eyes I make the flash of lightning my eyes.
I have no ears I make sensibility my ears.
I have no limbs I make promptness my limbs.
I have no strategy I make "unshadowed by thought" my strategy.
I have no designs I make "seizing opportunity by the forelock" my design.
I have no miracles I make action my miracles.
I have no principles I make adaptability to all circumstances my principles.
I have no tactics I make emptiness and fullness my tactics.
I have no talents I make ready wit my talent.
I have no friends I make my mind my friend.
I have no enemy I make carelessness my enemy.
I have no armor I make righteousness my armor.
I have no castle I make immovable-mind my castle.
I have no sword I make absence of self my sword.
Three sets of eight; twenty four with thirteen within. These I know for certain. The path starts with the Self and ends in the Unknown Everything. Signals to Separation to Strength to Initiation... Constraint to Fertility, Opening and Growth to Movement to Disruption leads to Journey, Gateways and Breakthrough.
Oh my Messenger to the Self... Disruption; Protection... I've wrapped myself in the darkness, I relish it, want it, need it but have I also tasted the light? No, my Messenger is the All. The start and the end. The only past I have and the only future I could possibly foresee. The only one I will accept.
I wrap myself in this darkness and welcome my Messenger.
I have no home I make awareness my home.
I have no life or death I make the tides of breathing my life and death.
I have no divine power I make honesty my divine power.
I have no means I make understanding my means.
I have no magic secrets I make character my magic secret.
I have no body I make endurance my body.
I have no eyes I make the flash of lightning my eyes.
I have no ears I make sensibility my ears.
I have no limbs I make promptness my limbs.
I have no strategy I make "unshadowed by thought" my strategy.
I have no designs I make "seizing opportunity by the forelock" my design.
I have no miracles I make action my miracles.
I have no principles I make adaptability to all circumstances my principles.
I have no tactics I make emptiness and fullness my tactics.
I have no talents I make ready wit my talent.
I have no friends I make my mind my friend.
I have no enemy I make carelessness my enemy.
I have no armor I make righteousness my armor.
I have no castle I make immovable-mind my castle.
I have no sword I make absence of self my sword.
Three sets of eight; twenty four with thirteen within. These I know for certain. The path starts with the Self and ends in the Unknown Everything. Signals to Separation to Strength to Initiation... Constraint to Fertility, Opening and Growth to Movement to Disruption leads to Journey, Gateways and Breakthrough.
Oh my Messenger to the Self... Disruption; Protection... I've wrapped myself in the darkness, I relish it, want it, need it but have I also tasted the light? No, my Messenger is the All. The start and the end. The only past I have and the only future I could possibly foresee. The only one I will accept.
I wrap myself in this darkness and welcome my Messenger.