So far into the abyss a root of light grabs ahold of solid surface.

The ashes becoming warm and the terror fully melted into rigorous purging.

An invitation to explore the doorway of death, and open it to life.

The logical mind grasping for an explanation.

How to feel, and to drop deeper into what cannot be felt. It transcends feeling, as it becomes being.

The mind only is a spectator, coming to it's own interpretations.

Visions coming to the mind's eye wrapped in shadows and light. Less defined, more defined.

Stories met with unconditional discomfort. Elusive situations that leave you knowing that you do not know, you are.

Dancing for you in it's divinity, just so you can choose to. Choosing to be a man, when all you want to do is cry, so you choose to.

Releasing all layers until your true essence comes out to play.

Sharpening your sword, so you can honor the choice you made.

To embrace sensation without judgement.