Traction, It's keeping yourself on the alloted trail, Like a group of spikes pertruding from your hiking shoes. Hidden underneath bleak chances to run off course, There is traction.
Ascension, It's the higher sense of letting go, Like a swell from the waters of slightly unsecured mentality. Stationed right above the need for grounding. There is ascension.
Illumination, It's the spurt of clarity, intense maturity, Like a smith of fine silver, molding his first ring. Seeing what might be, and generating the material. There is illumination.
Perfection, Its understanding the material is but a spec of truth. Like something without beginning,.. without end. Immortal, appearing mortal, But, sincerely niether There is perfection.