There were purple blossoms all along the way,
And incense grew in abundance,
In a secret place that had died and was born again,
I listened and you didn’t have anything to say.
I sang echoes of the past ages,
Blessed were the words I sang,
I sang with eyes shut and heart wide open,
I believe that when there is no beginning there can never be an end.
As naked as the wind I sat in freedom,
As clouded as the clouded sky came my thoughts,
I stared deep into thin air,
And I found myself absorbed, again no where.
Battling my invisible enemies I sat solemn,
As solemn as a clown in a circus,
Battling myself I sat alert,
This was a battle I was to have begun from birth.
Until victory is mine this won’t end,
Until I win it will persist,
Not that I will keep up the fight,
But it won’t quit until I vanish into the vast expanse of its pure light.
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