an ancient journey into stone
the spark of life rests in Nome
tames his own nature alone
entering where ancient sages lived
worthy invisibles call it home
the calmness of solitude is awakening
a glowing candlelight ritual testing
bones growing warm and rising
the shade of consciousness pulls down
parting all darkness
carving a silence
with the knife of God
his spoken word
inside the secret triangle
echoes
the worthiness
and admittance
which is written
on his soul
ascending
into initiation
that is not earned
by works
but through appointment
into the hidden brotherhood
of mystic adepts.
