Boomerang Seed

Seeds are sown seeds will grow into a weed into a rose millennium passes into black holes the sand will turn into glass bones into dust-flesh into ash eventually everything blows back to the path back home. There're no grand mysteries only infinite, undiscovered truths into the virgin soil of purity-[absolute] miracles suckle from gravities root. The ego often forsakes the creator God careens into the blackness -alone the sirens howl from the abyss when angels bow to laws unknown. Only when it is lost- only when it slips does the ego bend a knee and cry for home. Seeds are sown seeds grow into a weed- into a rose everything comes into its own being the destiny of flesh is the soul's release all will boomerang back home-infinity.