Everything has a pulse
a walk in dark brisk, reveals this
potential will beckon you inward
the unloving masks will be shed
and a deserving love will be met
with one deserving, and daring, to recieve it
willingness is the first stepping stone
to embark one puts this foot forward first
open me.. tare my pages, tape each ripped seam
the messy, muddy, when embraced, will sort itself out.
like cool water trickling into a river basin.. movement will restore the sea.
Fold into the journeymans depths
Your apprenticeship has concluded
You are welcome here in this circle, young initiate
Your blinders have and are still being removed
Pain may strike, but virtue will enter again
This life of love will have its valleys and summits
Its certainties and mysteries
This world, its hellfire and grief
The coming world, its glory and rapture
The others? Yes it is saddening to see them
They wallow and gloat, their substance smoke
Thier eyes live under a thousand veils
Thier minds burdened by ropes and chains
Their profound nature oblivious
They are children yet, but blind in thier observation, although you are not from this world, you must bring your utmost to it. You will be misunderstood, forsaken, loved, deserted, but you yourself must complete your mission.. carry the torch that haunts the divided, bring the prophecy to fruition.
Emerge from the cavern of slavery, and emerge into freedom and flow.
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