Hidden Treasures
Desires arise at any moment, like flowers blooming in unexpected places. Each act unfolds through longing and surrender, revealing hidden treasures buried deep within—where opposites meet and unite.
Inquiry
Every unforgettable journey begins with a call—to step into the unknown, where forms shift, torments awaken, deeds defy reason, and delight borders the impossible. Limits are only those of imagination.
Refusal
Like a snail retreating into its shell in fear, the moment’s possibilities vanish, ending the journey. Walled in by culture’s confines, the blooming world withers into a wasteland of dead stones.
Acceptance
There is no return. Once the call is answered and the path embraced, hidden forces begin to stir. What was once unconscious now walks beside, offering signs, strength, and unseen support.
Dedication
Leaving behind the familiar, the secure, the named—taking the step into a realm without maps. Here, rules dissolve and limits blur. The veil lifts, and what lies beyond is strange, wild, and alive.
Initiation
Beyond lies a sacred wilderness where trials strip away the confines of illusion. The terrain shifts without warning. Each trial wounds, reveals, and reshapes. No shortcuts—only the path forward.
Revelation
When confines and barriers are overcome, a reality opens—one that stands true to the self. A crisis unfolds at the uttermost edge of the world, within the darkness of the heart’s deepest chamber.
Devotion
Life, in its raw urgency, seems intolerable—yet the seeker of life beyond life must press on, honoring the fevered hunger that is the very nature of being.
Surrender
To go further, what holds power must be faced—whether feared as a wrathful god or buried as forbidden urge. The self must die to itself. Only then can wholeness begin.
Awakening
What was once fragmented aligns. From this new center, the path ahead—though darker—no longer terrifies. The self is no longer the same. It has become what it could not be before.
Attainment
What is attained is not seized, but granted. It is not gold, nor glory, but the essence of life itself—bliss, joy, happiness. It was calling from the beginning, hidden beneath every danger and desire.
Repeat
Having attained the blissful essence, the world outside feels distant and dull. What once was shunned now cannot be abandoned. Yet the pull to remain returns—in a new, radiant, familiar form.
Denial
When essence is touched, the world shifts. From now on, it may go forever. Gone are confines and dangers. What was reluctantly attained now resists departure—what was bliss now clings like flame.
Descent
What goes up must come down. Still adrift in bliss, once ascended, descent is by force. So come the powers—immense, unyielding. They do not ask. They pull. They drag. They command.
Passage
The bliss once tasted now struggles to be felt. There is no triumph, only pressure—to remain whole in a world that remembers only parts. Not a return to bliss, but the beginning of what must now be lived.
Rebirth
No longer bound by the weight of identity or fear. Like the dancer who clings to no single step, but moves lightly with the flow. Nothing to prove. Nothing to hold. Only to be—and become.
