i think, i think you are right.
through the line of light is the void
through the dust, tired eyes gaze upon the black and blue
though the circle are the four worlds,
moving upward
i think, i think you are right.
the veil soothes the heart of Man,
a chrysalis of gloom
spells of the Bardo pierce through my open palms
the alchemist brings the two together,
closer to its essence
as above, so below
a note of certain death
