1 hour // leadwave - memories 

Thank you ❤

Kindly forgive me, O generation of we who are blessed. It is not from my cup which who did pray, but not bless prayer itself. I don't believe we are foolish. But let us take some time before moving along, after burying the embers we've fanned to flame until they are sound asleep only to awaken deeper. Because I embrace that though I have traveled along the abyss in one glory that the a new momentum has brought me to believe in found peace that for prayer there is but one higher power, it's higher self... And that this alone is the substance of the universe... having forsaken the old stone, now that it is spoken of what sword in it's absence has become more alive. A universe which has kept love aside at times if I honestly admit. But for years I pressed the boundaries of prayer in strengthening it through poetry and rap, imagination and higher states of daydreaming cocktailed with meditation. But now I bid this new door the corresponding key, my heart.