The Mystery
The Mystery
of life ... the mystery, of love
Like thieves of destiny, the diamond in the rough stealing moments of wounded brilliance...
Sailing on uncharted waters after the ruins, Rome falls...
The broken Madonna, crumbles the mystery unfolds, giving birth our inward saviors..
In the mystery, we find our way out of the grove of blasted oaks...
We trip forward, to find our feet standing again , growing our wombs of creation..
Touch the Velvet darkness, the mysteries of the hidden , the eternal truth.... the wisdom the sound...
We transmute all the crushing blows with indwelling power of a million suns...
The Mystery of love, the mystery of life decoded..
Like the nobles eternal , the spiral of life,
We claim back our lives...
We claim back our hearts...
For we are mysteries opulent treasures.
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