The chest we sought

Was behind our eyes

A Fourier Transformation of the mind, applied

Revealed the weight of the soul in its orbit

Following its perturbations

On the shared fabric of belief

Will reveal a hidden room inside the vault

So obvious you do not think to see it

Once found, no easy prize awaits

There are seven locks

Mercury loves Jupiter and Saturn limits Mars

Venus dances betwixt the flow of Sun and Moon

Kindness. Truthfulness. Generosity. Purity. Contentment. Moderation. Surrender.

The prize is like no other.

An end to this lemniscate.

A slip of paper with some words,

The key to the narrow gate.

“Love is not a thing you feel, it is a thing you do.”

Best passage, friend, along this Path, a gift from me to you.