Some don't know what to do when they find freedom.
Some flee as if freedom were just a hidden prison.

Borrowing and sharing energy to complete the cycle,
until a new collision remakes the old decision.

Complete valence: when the structure holds itself stable,
until the next sharp chaos cuts through with its reason.

Complete valency standing on its own:
this is what it means to be noble.

Like helium forged in the heart of stars.
Like helium rising always to burn in the Sun afar.

This is what remains when wholeness refuses the prison:
to rise, and rise again, as if that were the only reason.

To shine without amendment. Without fear. Without permission.
But being whole, and being whole, becoming every season.

I shine and shine again as even death could no stop.
What's mean to have the chance of doing right no matter what.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Mayan, in the year 1000 AF.