If you, explorer, travel far enough, you too shall find yourself arrived at Nor.
(The direction does not matter.)
(Only the mindset.)
With its ancient architecture, preserved to an unnatural degree of pristineness, not one explorer has found herself enchanted—nay, transfixed—by its ahistorical beauty. Continue, continue…
Until you find yourself before the Pool of Permanent Reflection.
Let here your body rest.
(Among the many restful skeletons.)
(One may wonder about the relationship between these white bones and the whiteness of Nor itself.)
Focus your mind and [bring it to] the surface of the pool, which no materiality can disturb.
[Gaze…]
What deceptive shallow cloaks the fathomless depth—
Tear it away!
(The cloak, the shallow…)
Ponder:
What if the reflection is the true,
and the true but a dream?
Sleeping, do we swim,
a single lifetime’s timestream?
Slipping; within
Life &
Death
Neither is where you end,
Nor where you begin.