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Perpetual Motion of the Infinite (Perpetuo moto Infinito)
The Soul's journey begins from the distant past, travels through the present, and reaches towards the future. It is an unfathomable and majestic journey that ultimately leads to the realization of all the potential forces and divine possibilities that lie dormant at the core of our existence.
Just as a tiny acorn, which can be hidden in the palm of one's hand, contains the power to sprout and grow into a giant oak tree, so too do we possess within ourselves that which can sprout and allow us to reach the Heaven. By realizing our own greatness, we can grow beyond our current human nature.
When the Soul becomes boundless, like the Cosmic Ocean, nothing can bind or hold back the one who has realized their Eternal True Nature. No obstacle can stand in the way; not even the boundless forces that come with such an awakening can bind the one who has made it their goal to attain Truth and Realness. However, despite this total freedom, there is something that requires being bound, because otherwise it is not possible to be with those who need it.
Karma is not just about being bound, but also about the ability to act. Without Karma, there is no action. Sometimes, in order to have the ability to act, one must bind oneself with Karma. Such self-sacrifice has a maternal aspect, behind which stands Great Love. The Heart of the Mahatma is like the heart of a mother, in which are manifested incredible powers that can courageously accept the necessity of choice. Without Love, this would not be possible. This Love creates, sustains, and dissolves worlds in the eternal movement of the Endless.
Song lyrics (literal translation from Ukrainian):
Oh, fly, fly, my Birdie,
My Heart, my Heart.
Oh, I don't know where you will land,
My Birdie, my Heart.
It cannot be that without glory
You will not return so, oh, will not return.
Protect me, my Truth,
My Heart and my tiny Seed.
On the canvas of the screen, the sheet is white,
Not a single line, though thoughts are like arrows.
The time has come; both stone and grain have matured,
The words fly from the mouth... the body is vibrating...
As a bird takes flight...
The Soul... The Fire burns!
Water flows from Edge to Edge.
Where that Water begins, no one knows.
No one knows... no one knows... no one knows.
Oh, fly, fly, my Birdie,
My Heart, my tiny Seed.