Liberation

The house, the storm

Feather and tar

Art, existence

The flower in the sewer

The day of mourn are pass

All sorrow aside

I finally arrived

In a realm I thought not be true

Here I dwell forever

Eternal ease

Found a lotus in the sewer

A lake for the sword

No longer sick of running

- no longer scared of burning

The world has silenced

The voices are gone

I made oil my water

And dust my air

Found relief, salvation

Quit the downward spiral

Sad years, bygone

Future - the brightest white

Grand, imperial peace

I left the wretched, the scarred

Despise all grief

Antagonism obsolete