The Pilgrim's Search Arrived!:
Tomorrow will synchronize the beat all-encompassing.
Come is the age of roads between mountains. All benign opportunity asleep now stirs.
This age calls out, forever beckoning sensitive souls, now: "He who has ears, let him hear!"
"Follow the dogma of rock and wood:
The verdant life, and azure sky, constant red of earthen dry.
Expanses with echoes, reverberations, re-echoes - voices returning manifolded in chant.
Hear the radial howl of all,
a timpani in unity, symphony of the Nameless
(that which is all while all that is not)."
Be still now and hear as the nature compels!
Climb the ladder terrestrial reaching every rung.
Walk on as led while the wild's not past - the age of all is just begun!
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