The Soul of All Things

If you lay bound upon the wheel of change,
And there was no way of breaking free from the chain,
The Heart of the boundless Being would then be a curse,
And the Soul of all Things would be nothing but Pain.

You are not bound! The Soul of all Things is sweet,
The Heart of all Being is celestial rest:
Stronger than woe is will: that which was Good
Will eventually pass from Better to Best.

— An ancient poem