The swords of rapture we proudly bear The crackling fires of untruth in which we burn through the days And the dark waters of dreams in which we drown at night The blazing skies at a new dawn The prayers that we blindly babble The golden purity of a swarm of flying birds The pulsating blood that flows through everything but this moment The encounter of staring into a Stranger's eyes through the mirror of the self The death of nations The poison that strikes as words All the eternal secrets we carry The spiteful remark of a broken promise The fear of touching the higher self, even if it's just for one second The oceanic grace of equanimity once in a blue moon The mountains and hills of forsaken landscapes The infinite wisdom of every withering flower The frozen depths of untold memories, searing all flesh and mind The burning lakes of pasts unspoken The silent beauty of decay The freedom that comes through acceptance The joy of losing everythying All anxiety and anguish, Pain and grief, hatred and envy, Every tear that falls, Every instant in desire, in solitude, Every spark of hope or illusion, Joy or forgiveness, Peace and content, All passion and love All these things are one, For us to witness Once we return to our birthright And all is none ॐ भूर्भुव: स्व: तत्सवितुर्वरेन्यं । भर्गो देवस्य धीमहि धीयो यो न: प्रचोदयात् ।।