Exodus

The Monday Ritual...

As the dreams are dismantled and bestowed to the soul we rise from our undoing, if only for a moment and quietly reflect on the order that is born of chaos. It is the disorder of confusion which provokes the process of purification. A preserving of goodness from the pain that melts away in useless puddles, abandoned and left to evaporate to the attention of dust. Delivered upon destruction, desire gives rise to life and oppression surrenders to light, yielding lessons impressed on glass, a vision of clarity. Divest of what is no longer needed, it breaths and passion is free. Only then do we truly leave without a trace.