By tearing me in half a death brings fire of insight to my heart. For in deep agony is fiercest ecstasy of living light, and in remembrance all things dancing free from habit, invested now with brilliant fire my eyes shed all history and desire… seeing color and moments deeply, as if at once they are the last… and yet eternal… and the past. By cleaving me in twain so deep, the darkness pierces, and I weep. But all within a secret fire is raging true beyond desire. And now I know to see the shadow’s source the secret door alive. And now I wander with the heroes and the fallen, all who strive. They rise in song immortal, pure, they rise in waters arduous yet ardent — a single voice. A voice that transits with the sun and sings within a moon undone. A sound too holy for my mouth, a sound within, beyond, begun.