In the pit of the mountain emanates the fire of life.
And Angels are descending from the deepest of the skies.
Wrapped by its feathers lies a mortal soul,
That is elevating to the glorified sun.
The darkness is no longer residing in the lodge.
The angel of light has brought the color of love.
The dualities of life submerge in the universe.
And the Ying & Yang are balancing with force.
Gold and white are the colors of the walls,
Angels are guiding the soul to the tunnel above.
Blue and Purple are the colors from below.
Like the water refining the thickness of blood.
There is not hurt or pain caused by men.
It is the burning of the soul passing a threshold.
In the arms of an angels guided by the lord,
The soul is urged to return to the temple below.
The awakening of the soul doesn’t need to be heard.
The silenced messengers killed the ego with feathers,
The angels are ascending from earth to heaven.
They are leaving behind the spice & water of life!
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