once you have been there, once it all has been done.
when you have passed through forests made of shadow and delved deep into cave of doubt.
when you can finally see again, then you finally begin.
Three paths to walk past the garden
neither of the physical nor of the mental,
only your soul can tread this ground.
No one can tell what lies ahead for another,
It can only be felt like a warming ray or a cold shudder.
Know your path well travellers, do not stray,
for there is only one for you.
Be warned my friends, here are things that want you to sway,
want you to fall deep into their dismay.
Stay true to your light be you balanced or pure,
few will return for desception they adore.
When you finally make the end you will find your beginning,
all that was taken will be given back
and more for his garden is also yours,
but alas far less will tread the garden path.
Most are content with their peace and so stay in the light.
Take care those of you who wish to come back
you can loose much more than all.
Stand tall and defeat your fears,
for now you are in a place far worse than death,
far beyond the garden of tears.