Clear Sky Ahead

Everything contains a portion of glory

So glorify the One of Light

From the hights and the magestic spheres

To the pigments of colour in the depths of your eyes

Things visibly displayed

And the hidden things on their way

Whatever number has disrupted our slumber

Know that there are other digits, codes and configurations

Death may jamble scramble but Life will always untangle rearrange

And we will see harmony return with better days