come

come unto the source

at last

come free of all those stones

the past

like ripples in some

nonexistent pool

for heart one learns

to see oneself the fool

and bleed a different shade

come of heart and head

in circles we conspire

to now transcend instead

i am awakened here

for all the things we hide

and slowly bring to light

our treasure is inside

communion at the stone

that becomes as altar

and this reverence

shall never falter

amid the storm

the pestilence that people pose

in masks disguised as smiles

we have no need of those

having come

at long last

unto a giving realm

so deep and vast