∆Remember Us∆

In the hour of false clarity the mirror beckons with borrowed light

empty your hands that you might grasp the Source

I.

When dawn’s first breath blooms into hollow promise

the glass invites you to believe its glow

yet every shimmer is a wound unhealed

empty your hands that you might grasp the Source

II.

A voice of reason coils around the heart

whispering truths that tear the soul

it trades your essence for echoing words

empty your hands that you might grasp the Source

III.

In the cavern where silence is the only prayer

an unseen river carves the self away

and what remains is unclaimed and free

empty your hands that you might grasp the Source

IV.

Beneath the vaulted sky of doubt and wonder

stars speak in riddles older than the world

their language dissolves all certainty

empty your hands that you might grasp the Source

V.

The mind erects its towers of glass and smoke

each story built upon a lie

until the wind of Spirit shatters the façade

empty your hands that you might grasp the Source

VI.

A trembling flame flickers in the void

its warmth a promise of unseen dawn

it calls you beyond appearance and name

empty your hands that you might grasp the Source

VII.

In the mirror’s edge your visage trembles

a pilgrim lost between flesh and faith

yet grace waits behind every fracture

empty your hands that you might grasp the Source

VIII.

Let every borrowed glow dissolve in winter air

let every claim of knowing fall like autumn leaves

so your soul can rise in naked clarity

empty your hands that you might grasp the Source

IX.

When finally you stand before the silent well

there is no echo to betray your heart

only the living voice of what always was

empty your hands that you might grasp the Source