The Way Of Spirit
Where there is no Light, there is no Hope, so Burn Bright
when the Spirit is withered, the Spirit is defiled
where the worn-out paths weary out the Soul
seek solace Inwards, there where the Sacred Flame glows
where Preeminent Fires burn, there One Must Go
away from the Crowds, and Herds, and Roads
when the ties of conformity go Unfettered
the Wells of Life Spring Forth, Seek High for those Hidden Treasures
The Way is Fulfilling; no words need spoke
just as the river knows how "The Way" it flows
and Strength is attained beyond the Upheavals of the Soul
and the Fire erupts and all that is touched transforms to Gold,
and there the essence of life shows No Remorse
that it has Conquered, Vanquished, and Walloped the Dross
and there the Quintessence comes forth and Unveils the Source
that All Is Eternal, In This Take Note
Copyright © Aram Sarian | Year Posted 2025
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