The Empyrean

The swords of rapture we proudly bear
The crackling fires of untruth in which we
Burn through the days, and the dark waters
Of dreams in which we drown at night

The blazing skies at a new dawn
The prayers that we blindly babble
The golden purity of a swarm of flying birds
The pulsating blood that flows through
Everything but this moment

The encounter of staring into a
Stranger's eyes through the mirror
Of the self, the death of nations
The poison that strikes as words

All the eternal secrets we carry
The spiteful remark of a broken promise
The fear of touching the higher self
Even if it's just for one second

The oceanic grace of equanimity once in a blue Moon
The mountains and hills of forsaken landscapes
The infinite wisdom of every withering flower
The frozen depths of untold memories
Searing all flesh and mind

The burning lakes of pasts unspoken
The silent beauty of decay
The freedom that comes through acceptance
The joy of losing everything

All anxiety and anguish
Pain and grief, all hatred and envy
Every tear that falls, every instant in desire
In solitude, every spark of hope or illusion

Joy or forgiveness
Every moment of peace and content
All passion and love

All these things are
One, for us to witness
Once we return to our birthright
And all is none