i have discovered a thing of seven flames wandering in my heart. he speaks to me of the way of the time not yet and tells me more truly than words what i am to come to know.
his father is a diamond, skyheaded and vast. he gave his eyes to Indians and he whispers to his son all that his son tells me and much more.
today he came, wrapped in his flames and he showed himself more clearly than ever before; he turned his palms and revealed a path that i may follow the image of no path but rather of the heart and soul of a path; and he promised to someday show me my name, as the skyheaded one knows it