“The gnawing in
the depths of your soul.
You feel it
deep in your bones.
It comforts you,
but yet you are
in fear and awe
at the beauty of it all.
The well grows
deeper with each
drink of it’s
divine waters.
You hear the summon,
but you do not speak
the language,
foreign to modern, mortal ears.
Confusion from the
nature of the Conversation,
the beautiful tune
lost on deaf ears.
Do not be alarmed,
by the radiance
of the rising sun,
it is written for you.
The path will clear,
as it’s walked
wisdom burning away
corrupted brush.
False paths and gods,
will lead you astray,
but the truth,
never changes.”