Captured by Realities seductive embrace,finding peace on this Island I shall call Destiny.Walking in a land devoid of Man,reclaiming that which belongs to me.The subtle taste of freedom and peace,called forth by the inner fire in my heart.Sweet matter divides, primordial ocean parts.Tears of joy, sorrow, and pain, falling upon my dreams as rain.Life’s experiences nourishes the Sephirothal Tree, but you see:Dreams, like trees, will only bear fruit, based on the purity of their roots.Immersed back in the corporate land of materiality, amazed to be blessed with new depths of spirituality.I am indeed free.Landing on two feet, surmounting my leap of faith.Understanding the nature of time, no longer a need to wait. Yet again, I hesitate.No longer ruled by doubt or fear, it is because I choose to wait.My reasoning?I now possess the key, but it is She who is my Eternal Gate.Together, through, we will move towards immortality.
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