Liberation

The house, the stormFeather and tarArt, existenceThe flower in the sewerThe days of mourn are passAll sorrow asideI finally arrivedIn a realm I thought not be trueHere I dwell foreverEternal easeFound a lotus in the sewerA lake for the swordNo longer sick of shining- no longer scared of burningThe world has silencedThe voices are goneI made oil my waterAnd dust my airFound relief, salvationQuit the downward spiralSad years, bygoneFuture - the brightest whiteGrand, imperial peaceI left the wretched, the scarredDespise all griefAntagonism obsolete