Spiritual Welfare

In the garden of omnipresent ether
A cultivating, idealistic, self-proclaimed folkore, passed onto generational traveller's remains only a myth to those with an abundant discretion of ignorance.
What you sow to see with your eyes, is reaped by the induced Mind
The mind of a sole creature with an indefinite sight to which the degree of his amplified existence could reach.
Far along the draining distance, the value of each step is correlated to the amount of wisdom one is able to consume.

The contrast of coordination between the amount of time I spend in my head and the one spend into the world, is a complex interval like a systemed media algorithm
Of which seems to get the better of the limited time I'm endowed with.
Like a contemplating servant on his oblivious worth, the struggle to inherit authentic solace requires a sacrifice between two companions,
For how can dark exist without light
Same as how can peace cannot exist without its foreshadowed companion Chaos.

Contrary to the coexisting individualities
I find myself dwelled upon the depths of one.
An uneven balance surfaces like a triggered trauma experience
I'm half way through my continuation of continuaty
As I revolt against inexplicable temptations, their mischief deeds only lead back to a deadly drenched sunset.
As tempting as it is today to be led by a pack of sheep's, with a snakes mentality and a heart full of venom
Dragging you to the utmost void of disobedience.
I'll prefer crucial hospitality for the wounds my soul never healed from.

The clease of the soul from past tragedies
An embodiment of art is reborn with a contrast of brightening colour's.
How is it that the place where I lost myself somewhere became the end for a new beginning?
Seeing the results of my attained fulfillment through this flash and blood.
I'm inclined to believe that the power I posses within
Is the predicament of where this wisdom could lead Me.