Another snare cast into the void.
Destined to outlast me - to be obsessed and fixated upon.
Spores of my truth - what mischief and metanoia will you stir?
Burn true my little reverie.
This Easter I ask you to reflect upon yourself and your purpose. Spiritualize your warfare. Fortify your desire. Embrace your shadow and elicit METANOIA - not only for your own sake - but the future's too.