The Journey

The glowing cracked pearl, lighting destiney's path. Looking up into the abyss remembering the future. Life's questions weigh deep. Answers interwoven in the soul of space. Falling down on blind eyes. Hear them not with earthly knowledge, but taste the sweetness of its comfort as the white light pours over the condemned. Intuitions voice breaks through the fog. The soft lips of a mother kisses the forehead of her precious goodbye and turmoil and anguis welcome the seasons. Wandering. Wondering. Slaying. All the while wearing the pearl as a secret treasure. Greatness has no measurement or knowledge of greatness but to compare to weaknesses devices. As the fog clears the slumber is over and perspective sets new eyes on the world. Mother earth bore yet another healing tribute, the journey is complete. Once again under the same glowing witness confessions of a myth can now rest.