Long is the road
narrow is the belief
all wonders must cease when
cessation is the culmination of the future.
Born of the luckless
truculent madmen slash their hands at the nothing
The road is long
the belief is narrow
All eyes can comprehend the ether
inner lids conceal the purity in our nightmares.
Sahasrara opens in a bloom of ten thousand petals
Long is the belief
the road is narrow
The ceiling of reality cracks
and finally it is revealed
All myths are real...
All truths are imaginary.