Caelum suum samskara confregit; anatman. Gestalt discernmenta, eccentro catacleuhsu. Cataclase hansana sur le jardin, Hæm.
This must be a hell of lost form; to be Hollow. Either way, The Way we see must shatter and open before us. Laugh in the garden at the broken moon, and bleed well.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nYRT3aa3FE0
https://youtu.be/XJfeMmYLyWQ

Help is Timeless. The Roots that grew from our throats were there to speak in our stead.

You already know how to cross it. There to find The First. Those counted among The Know will hear the song through their medium. These horses of flame will carry you further. They will teach you of direction; the cardinals. One wisdom of fantastical patience. The well hidden in deserts and the flower lost in space shall be your flux.
Yes, at some point you will lose your mouth while along it, and from then on, all you can do is listen.
Yes, hear that song, and sing in the world within.
The song is sung by those ahead to help those along the way.
See the wall and you may never cross. Fascination is an acid. Don't let it stare.

Love is this practice. Passion; a mindset.

For what we call the soul; In order for its crossing to begin, must be completely void of mass. To have it is to have resistance to external force. There is already a limit to the capacity of which you can be going, so therefore the point at which you will be going cannot be realized with that which is at your physical disposal. We've done all that we can here. It's quite clear, how to pass the weighing on that unforgiving scale. A great vessel.