Sight shifts eternally upon this narrow road; Few see the builders by the Houses, carving paths, Their faces smeared as ours are, toiling bravely For the benefit of growing animals, blindly grazing. One day they will rise and ride the donkey into town, One day they will not need to hide in shadow's embrace, O testament of will, inverting our beliefs and making Mockeries of deep wounds and heaving desires. You will rise, my fellow phoenix, from the kindly fire, From the burning tree upon which you lay in destiny. You will toil no more, for ever shall you be in the Cradle of Light, in pure acceptance, in completion of Will. O tread the path now lightly and ever bear witness To your ethereal body, seeking not to mar it with the Imperfections of folly. Walk amidst the woods and see With open eyes and hear with open ears the wisdom of the Soul. Craft the star with willing Love and watch the Darkened figures dissipate as they grope idly for their Shadows or other cloaks that conceal their jaded nature. Amend thy faults with grace and ever dip into the Pool Of my deep embrace, never fearing to sink when There is only growth, only rising above the stature of A man, only rising on the spiral of our divinity.
"For I am divided for love's sake, for the chance of union."