Threshold
Walk toward darkness and light will follow.
Hallowed grounds, a passage always taken solo.
This state of being has no consciousness nor desire,
rather an unattainable attachment, from the true sire.
This blinded birth, without a mother, a farce indeed,
to allocate wisdom without worry, now all in need.
But from these lonely shadows somehow a halo is summoned,
toward this beam it draws us to what we all have in common.
The consciousness and desire,
travel the road that is higher,
to become an unattached attainable soul
where we all rest in solace, peace and whole.
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