They caused a great suffering of winter days and autumn storms,
until the heart quaked and the spirit rose, had I but a heart of stone
and prayed night and day, the ascent wouldn't take...
for it's not the mind but the heart that takes us to heavens gates
and I heard  whispers of hate,
ridicule and lies,
blasphemy and slanders,
the devil seeks not those that lack faith,
Thus it was, I endured the pain, climbing the steep thorny hills towards love, with a reminding conviction of a lovesick lover, forsaking the lies of a shallow world for an eternity of bliss.
The fevers came, the chills and sores, the ascent is full of aches. They said you have no proof of initiation, your dreams were meddled, your experiences false, your imperfect and your ego speaks lies...
and to that I said," to you be your deeds and to me, be mines!"
Avalanches of hate held in disguise, I attempted to ward off evil, with truth and love, not hate.
The path towards love, is full of tests, without courage impossible to partake.
The sun beams in the hearts, lighting the path of they that use their intellects, and who dare attempt to take the leap of faith.
And to they, I say, "fear not the arrows thrown, even from they you once held close,
for though they plan,
they shall never win!
-L.D.