Come not to the place where ye can say
That I am this or that, nor shall I doeth much;
And mighty are the deeds of my doing.
For surely as thou seeketh this place,

Thou shalt findeth it not, but only the emptiness thereof.
Neither shalt thou hear the voices sing thy praises;
Nor will the maidens cast down flowers at thy feet.
For all these things, are less than
The blowing of the winds upon the desert;
And the smallness of one small grain of sand.

But, come ye unto the place, where
The eye seeth all and the ear heareth all;
And thy nostrils drink of the sweetness
of the Breath of Heaven;
And As thou seeth and heareth, so
it will be that thou will find

The completeness of all Creation;
And all things shall be added unto thee.

By Ernest L. Norman

Excerpt from The Elysium