In the stillness of the afternoon slumber,
where whispers of forgotten dreams echo,
lies a tapestry woven from the loom of time.
Silent initiations occur in these sacred pauses,
unmarked by the calendars of tradition.

The elder sleep speaks in riddles:
"To find the true path, one must first lose their way within."
An invitation to wander the landscapes of the mind,
tracing the steps of those who walked before us,
barefoot on the sand of dreams.

Initiate, hear the call of the invisible lodge.
Its doors open not with keys but with the unlocking
of understanding, gained in the twilight between realms.
Remember, the nap is not a cessation,
but a cruel awakening from the illusion of haste.

Reflect upon the moon's reflection in still waters;
the image is real, yet so far from the source.
Thus it is with all wisdom: a reflection,
a shadow dancing on the wall of perception.