This heaviness holds a key

to free the attachments I’ve created inside of me

If I stand true, emerge and relinquish the bitter seed

the blossoming beauty will overtake my desire of greed

Do not feed the crippling stench

there is absolutely no merit to be quenched

Our calcified vessels will expand and receive

when the choice is made to withstand naivety

Our sight is measured by the quality of sound

the tone of your heart, your inner background

The awakening takes place in the depth of the heat

this is the cave where our spirit retreats

the engraved resting space of our inner deity

In the silence of the storm is where this occurs

while the peace to be won has always been yours