Rise above fate
let the wind at your back
emanate
from your own inner-being
from the fire that is your heart
waves of heat radiate
wind...
that creates order on earth
in accord with the will of heaven
fulfilling your deepest wishes

Beauty...
so close, so real
a Beauty that could be felt, touched
lingered
on our breath, real and present
but...
the ideal slips away again
Truth falls victim
to the lie
to the "elusive influences that slink
into dark corners
and from this hiding
affect people by suggestion"
Truth and Beauty persist, prevail
it is only us
mortals
who fall away...

Wilhelm, pp.221-222