from slumbering ashes
to the falling rain
it’s how everything dashes
and nothing’s in vain
hearing the trees symphony
i can’t help but follow
recognizing the epiphany
after feasting on the hollow
as if in the depths of the mighty ocean
can’t feel the superficial waves, not a single motion
as if dizzied by some nonexistent potion
can’t help but to surrender to devotion
gaping quiet where there seems to be no light
yet the scenery reminds one of an illuminated night
where there’s nothing but the abyss
while you’re being lulled into sleep by the arms of bliss
never has anyone been waiting for this to occur
it’s just us who have been living under the dome of blur
listening to the teachers telling us we’re made of manifold layers
listening to the preachers who make us believe we’re only good during prayers
though these layers are just blindfolding our vision
though our beliefs are nothing more but a decision
for it has never been anything but ever present
like the moon it may wander from full to crescent
the visibility remains in our perception
yet it is whole, independent from our deception
for in the abundance of void is where we belong
it’s where we’re striving to and where we were coming from