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|10||Dew Of Blood|
There's a certain consistency that looks like inconsistency,
a certain commitment that looks like evasion;
all goals, all means must be measured in the scales with death
before proved to be worthy.
Buying and selling seem like a matter of money,
but what do you buy with your life?
Moments are your only coin,
attention your appraisal:
doing, you both spend and buy;
commitment beyond yourself is the only way to be free.
the Self you see isn't there;
the Power lends you the power
to make your own Mask,
but the Mask is sacred,
and the ceremonies in which you wear it are sacred,
and behind it all,
the Wind is waiting for you to learn to breathe.