Magickal Mystical Indifference

That which permeates all, which nothing transcends
And which, like the universal space around us
Fills everything completely from within and without
The seeker is he who is in search of himself
Give up all questions except one, «Who am I?»
After all, the only fact you are sure of is that you are
The «I am» is certain, the «I am this» is not
To know what you are, you must first investigate and know what you are not
Magickal mystical indifference
We are the creators and creatures of each other
Causing and bearing each other’s burden
Like a sheet of paper on which something is typed
The reading and the meaning will vary with the reader
But the paper is the common factor, always present, rarely perceived
When the ribbon is removed, typing leaves no trace on the paper
So is my mind, the impressions keep on coming, but no trace is left
Magickal mystical indifference
When you demand nothing of the world, nor of God
When you want nothing, seek nothing, expect nothing
Then the supreme state will come to you uninvited and unexpected
Magickal mystical indifference