Broad is The Road to Destruction

It's the road of the carpet

It is so thin as to pass through a needle's aperture

It is a dye uniquely known only to you and the Dyer

That is The Way

It is narrow and against the grain

It traverses the fingers of God

Cut off from the familiar

Twisted and caught up in Samsara

Spat out and spat on

Bruised and crushed

Crafted into something new

Bound to kindred fibers in a braid

Dead to former things yet born again

Though lonely you are never alone

Do not be afraid

This sacrifice shall not go unpaid

For you are woven into a living grave

A tabernacle for the Rest of Heaven

We all suffer violence

But only one equation results

In an image of the Eternal