My soul longs to drink from cups sacred, holy and divine and I will do just all I can to make it own and mine. I visit temples inhale light, drink that atmosfere, then copy-paste into my heart to always have them near Now all I need to do is be, instilled in my own heart and for all the temples that I need I need not go too far Copy-paste what makes you whole, try and see, it's smart, then all you need to do is swim to the core within your heart
What is my goal, what is my task, what is my path through life? Must be this trail I thread upon, bringing hope to strife ... I was born with memory of the future world, the one of love and reverie, the one that once got sold ... I cried and shrieked, a little girl, when losing sight of you, disbelief at desert land that I was to walk through. Rivers, they again will flow, skies just open roads, hearts of men again will glow, light-immersed abodes.
Here's to walking my own path. Here's to claiming my birthright, my sovereign power. Here's to walking the sacred ground. Here, to break down any walls between the self and the higher calling. May every prayer be a celebration.