In the midst of zoned reality, pave your own might upon the path of truth until the serendipitous majesty of childlike stillness overwhelms your every anxiety for a moment too subtle to be real, until your dreams are overwhelmed, until your thoughts are each turned back to the tinkling of water from a fountain that never ends.
Until the islands of reverence become more than they’d ever hoped
Until the sorcerer’s tones relax into the well sought after dynamics of elevated eternality
Heave and hope—seeth and sigh—pray and witness to your own glory
For you are a child of the Supreme; He will never forget you, and He never has.
Upon your journey, conquer what you will, but sing to every one who would hear you even if it is but a whisper of your call
Awaken and awaken
Again and again
Call upon the rhythms and the winds and the wills of all who would but hear
Glory Be
Hallelujah
And so inherit the earth.
