Deep within our universe seeds have sown
and their flowers have flown into the higher
cataracts and catacombs that weave and wind like
spirals and windswept wings seeking Light to see
beyond ordinary schemes and dreams dashed in the
darkness. Learning comes in many ways, paths that
twist and turn seldom ending where we first think.
Enter chaos, pain, greed, disharmony, shame, avarice,
jealousy, corruption - all the opposites attracted
to the Light that shines uncorruptible and forever.
Yet, the diabolical strive to subdue and to conquer
that which seems to be freer, wiser, stronger, even.
In the vastness of memory and the everlasting
progress of history and the seasons that do honor it,
time does not bend its will to send us Truth. It is
like a grace that cannot be compromised nor fail in
its faith to the Path: that path of righteousness
discovered not of its own accord or purpose of being,
for sacrifice and compassion are the stalagmites that
hold the belief in being more than proud, a cloud of
graceful innocence or thunder in the air of storm.
Long ago, many lives entered doors left open to
want, to haunt, to hunt, or to be hunted. Had these
portals been closed, shut tightly with locks of silk
and other adamantine material, the universe would be
different. Yet, it is not...
