by Peter Saint-Andre

Awakening to life,
Mystery before noon.
I patiently await
The last and best creation:
The seeking of myself
And of my own true way.

A sacred Yes to life
I say, and more than say:
My life is an enactment,
The highest consecration,
A self-propelling wheel,
A self-rejoicing soul.

Here now I plant the seed
Of my own highest hope.
Although my spirit's free,
Afresh I must begin
And banish all that's low,
All worry and complaint.

A sound and healthy need
I honor in my soul:
To come to know and love
All that is best within,
To set my highest will
As law above my soul.

(cf. Thus Spoke Zarathustra, passim)

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