On your journey home, you wander into the darkness of night, and find the dawn of tomorrow, lucid in all of its sun light.
Repairs in sight regenerates your tranquility, because your angels and demons work hard, but play harder perplexing the original sin, and recalling their equanimity.
Squalls and stillness, serpents and snails, the only way to prudence is through lifting the veil.
The portal to the underworld is the same as the doorway to the sun, each with skill testing equations, but only one leads to love.
Serendipity is a fallacy when coerced by diabolical lust, insatiable and enslaving creating a black whole of passionate thrusts.
Regardless of the trine, of soul, body and mind, the only way to align is thru oscillating in the fourth harmonic and unifying with the divine.
~ Violet Rays Jane