Blessed is the advent of darkness!
Lessened is the admiration of aching.
The source of enlightenment is that pain,
Which conjures the soul in weakness.
Nothing is the greatness of truth,
Except that which begins with oneself.
Hail the perils that brings one,
Away from all who cast reflections.
Rejoice in that moment of awakening,
Where the pursuit of desire demise.
Devour the essence of that time,
Which envelops one in eternal ecstasy.
Flow like a gust of blazing breeze,
Bit by bit, shatter thyself into pieces.
Release the essence of your soul,
For it belongs to the oblivious constellation.