Liberation

Observing

The artifact

Icons dance

In smoke

Close is the time

Of Liberation

Images are imprints

To recognize the divine

When drifting through the forms

Of the inscrutable

Threshold

Of mortality's pain

Can darken the dying

Mind

Turmoil of the last breath

Terror devours each thought

Feeling of termination

Crawling across corridors of silence

Setting

The Path on fire

Spirit of peace

Must be invoked

Misconceptions

And the fear of departure

Blow away the chance

To embrace the light

Confused and unprepared

The consciousnesses leave the corpse

Earth of sacred rivers

Observed by bewildered eyes

Guided by the litany

The Self begins to travel

Led towards the passages

Where spirits are reborn as Gods

Words echo in death's realm

The spirit shall not turn back

Ignorance calls the preys

Away from Liberation...