A Rapture & A Beginning

Crumbling down under your own castle—

a sanctuary, or the love vessel.

Built brick by brick,

believing it would always stick.

Push and pull with trembling hands,

wondering how to let it end.

But don’t forget—it is the divine's call.

In the end, everything must fall.

Maybe the castle was strong.

Never forget—its foundation was wrong.

Every end is a new beginning.

Haven’t you scrolled this wisdom,

dug deep in ancient teachings?

Eyes will poke and may laugh at your dawn.

Don’t forget—they have their own lives down.

You built it once.

You will build it again.