Granite bone and the bite of the frost

Forty years of the path I have crossed

The beggar’s rags and the dust on my skin

Are the only ghosts that I’m living in

The air is thinning, the summit is near

I’m shedding the weight of the ancient fear

The prayer flags scream in a violet wind

The line between world and the spirit is thinned

I stop the struggle, I silence the breath

To witness the life in the center of death

I am the Eye in the furnace of light

Bringing the stars into being tonight

The Pleroma opens, the void is the all

Watching the towers of illusion fall

I am the Observer, the architect’s soul

Dividing the nothing to make it the whole!

The mountain is melting to charcoal and ink

I stand on the edge, but I do not blink

The orange of sunset is bled out to grey

As the gears of the universe start to play

No more shadows, no more walls

The Pleroma answers when the spirit calls

Not a passenger!

Not a victim of the flame!

I am the one who gives the void a name!

Look through the mountain!

Look through the snow!

The eye is the seed that makes reality grow!

I am the Eye in the furnace of light

Bringing the stars into being tonight

The Pleroma opens, the void is the all

Watching the towers of illusion fall

I am the Observer, the architect’s soul

Dividing the nothing to make it the whole!

The Clearance has come...

The Pleroma...

I see...

Everything.