The Watch Word
The Word is true.
The Word is a code.
The Word is a parcel, well wrapped in truth and secrecy.
In either way, it has a representation.
The true, real, untrue and unreal.
The illusion becomes so true and real.
Or, per se, untrue and unreal.
In either way, nature has her way of positioning herself.
She is the BEAUTY QUEEN.
The BEAUTIES beyond all BEAUTIES.
The BEAUTY in a pale background.
For she is my Mother, and my First LOVE.
She knows from the beginning, and blesses me DUTY.
The Duty of myself in herself.
She is the MOST BEAUTIFUL BEING and ENTITY, I have seen.
She is so alive in my World of Forms.
But, I bless her this BEAUTY, because this is BEAUTIFUL herself.
We interact often.
And she has blessed me with her WATCH WORD.
Which no one can understand.
For, I have told you what I have seen and heard.
Only time, will tell.
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