The several tempting trails to follow
Have each one lost its allure.

I float inside, just above the heart,
And remain there.
In here, no trails are needed.
I myself am the trail,
As Ascended Master Whitman might say.

Can there be a more expansive capacity?
In here, any composition is possible.
Allure germinates here, in love, in enthusiasm,
Flows into the field all around me and through me,
And so, to all that I meet.
Human, plant, animal, The Earth in all of her expressions.
All is exactly in its perfection, on its own perfect trail or no trail.
Being its own perfection with no need of doing.

And all trails are interwoven and revere all trails
And revere The Weave.
The expanding enthusiastic love of The Weave is the Allure.
It is the primal Allure.
It is the quantum Allure.
It is the Creation’s Allure.
The expanding enthusiastic love of The Weave is
The Creation’s Allure.