HIGH

In the tapestry woven by fate's hand,  

We face a choice, oh so grand;  

'Twixt spiritual evasion's sweet embrace,  

And true restoration's saving grace.

In realms of transcendence's blissful delight,  

Shadows linger, casting their eternal plight,  

A cycle of disintegration, detachment's call,  

A fragmented self, seeking refuge in a spiritual hall.

Yet the truth remains, steadfast and pure,  

No enlightenment without restoration's cure;  

To embark on a journey, deep and divine,  

Self-discovery, acknowledgment that shines.

To honor each emotion, in suffering's embrace,  

Embracing vulnerabilities, with courage and grace,  

In the crucible of restoration, shadows we face,  

As messengers, gifts in disguise, leaving a trace.

Through fusion of selves, light and dark intertwined,  

Unity emerges, a harmonious find,  

A consecrated spiral, through inner lands we'll roam,  

Guided to our true selves, in this sacred tome.

May 15, 2024 | UN