Enter the sacred space where your perspective is shifted.
The world seems to stretch around you in an embrace,
So intimately close and vast simultaneously.
Clouds part, heavens open, revealing a spiral of Angels.
A breath, a beam, a helix of fire infused into the tree.
The living unburnt and the dead ash hovering in the wind.
Arise and rise above the clouds with renewed clarity.
A crooked path, hard to follow, the precipice of truth.