In joy and bliss, gratitude lives, as the moment of each breath, is all there is.
The baggage of turmoil and emotions, when laid to rest in the fires of purity, bring forth the heavens, the long lost utopia, buried under the want of what is not.
The burdens, the battle of control, set free like wild horses, becomes the playing ground for the welcomed unknown; the treasured adventure, of what is next.
Who is to take away this gift, the living seed, carrying the potential in the hearts of all, when nourished, burst forth as a blazing tree, touching the heavens and the earth.
The empty doors are the entranceway for those who have ended their fight and put down their gloves, entering the holy chamber, they are crowned in glory, emerging from the sacred palace, they embody eternity, itself.
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