Reversing the view towards the soul

Absorbed from the swirl of the chaotic ego

Naked from the warm familiar

company of matter



Here desires and fears are shaped,

uncontrolled multiplied in

the rhythm of ecstasy

gathered under the threat of

upcoming afflictions



Parallel futures that may

never happen are blocking

the entrance of the inner most sanctum

They are the guardians

Who is the master of this cosmos?

Who posted them here?

Illumination comes from within

and levitates the Eidolon



Effigies and marble busts lined in

external chains silent,

laden with creases deep like self deceit

They seem lost in their contemplation

their laurel wreath is withered



Now I know how felt the first amphibian

when allowing the air to inhabit in its lungs



The sceptre was always in my hand



ESOPTRON