xxx. iii.

candles flicker,  
ghosting past the veil —  
beyond blissful silence,  
where dreams dissolve  
into reality. 

spellbound—  
the magic of a thousand gods  
speaking ancient tongues  
could not pull me  
from this still, wordless temple. 

lost in you—  
hellfire holds no heat.  
death—no end.  
sacred rivers churn,  
every soul floating free.

ego unravels  
like smoke kissed by morning light—  
tender,  
waking into clarity,  
expanding into Self. 

totality waits,  
soft beyond longing,  
beyond thought and name.  
do not fear—  
life rises again in death.

/lex

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