Ritual of Fire

Divided for the chance of union
Forced perspective
Out of focus
We are the colored sands
Passing through
Idle hands of providence
We are the pattern
That yearns for completion
Stillness is the ruler of movement

Teach me your ways
I want to believe
In these moments of clarity

Perpetual ritual

I can feel it in my bones
You are dancing in my blood
There is nothing in your mind you have not invited in

Who can comprehеnd
What happens
When separation еnds

Prostration, roots consume
In search of resplendence we stretch towards the light