When sky, earth, wind, tree, sun, moon, stars, beast and man
become one movement
When the dancer becomes the dance
and the flames of passion burn
from deep within
Strong enough to weather any storm
When each falling leaf
Is worth more than a kingdom
When pain becomes ecstasy
and good and bad blur into one perfect symphony
then my friend
you have arrived.
The wine of life is sweet and ever flowing,
if you would but allow it to permeate you
The flames of passion will burn your tears away,
and a flower will bloom in your heart.
Angels will carry you, clouds will part for you
Gods will whisper in your ear!
Thank the sorrows that carved and deepened you
Praise the knives that hurt and wounded you
for it is in these chasms the light can enter you
for it is from these scars the flower grows.