What perfection of the precious gem as it lies hidden and full of grace and beauty and knowledge
Every direction, it points and shows to the whirl that the point is to be clear at the feet of love who whispers, all that is truly precious remains hidden
And the veils of the X that marks the treasure sway in the currents of every intention and every lie
No one who misses the swaying hands will ever enter; no one who seeks to force entry
Listen beyond words, take heart and choose a medicine
The Immaculate Perception 