The darkness is not emptiness,
For it births a new.
But what it shall be,
Is yours to choose.
The heart is the direction,
Of magic and manifestation.
Limit your mind,
To follow into quo.
Step to the right,
To dream and flow.
And ignite something sleeping,
Thought to be lost.
All the while hidden,
Melting the frost.
Rising from the abyss,
A telluric creature it is.
Void of all form,
Spiritually connect to bliss.
Earth is a breading ground,
Of creation and beauty.
We are it's keepers,
Let's honour that duty.
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