Sent from a place of destruction, darkness fills the world of fear. Can there be light in a war torn world? What if light is what carries you, and gives you this taste of bitterness? No this couldn’t be. For what purpose could light become dim and lifeless? There can be no greater wealth discovered, than your own light released to you, taken by darkness. A world so foreign, the instant you touch it, you are gone to its grip. Release from it, carries a heavy toll. If you want the ultimate experience, you will pay the ultimate price. The price is allowing yourself to be held in a fire that burns until darkness is unknown.
A place of neutrality finds its hand held by its own light. Rooted securely, in perfect balance. A being of light, rises on wings of darkness. Forged by a will for freedom that darkness can not hide. Here the Dark horse weaves its path, unseen to its cause. Cut down and blocked, its gallop sees the way. Hurled to its own demise, unrelenting, darkness tightens its grip. Only a heart choosing death, to darkness, can know the guided way. Pure to love, darkness falls away…
Romanticizing the path to freedom can bring thoughts of grandeur. There is nothing romantic or fun about this path of expanding awareness. No pride will touch your thoughts, no “I” will hold any accomplishment. For there is no collection of time to lean on. Held in the arms of love, you will have no merit bestowed upon you. You will know only your pure essence revealed to innocent eyes. A child so innocent and pure of heart, shall know its own goodness. Seen through the eyes of love, full and clean of all lost light. A star is born to its own pure light…