Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape.
You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.
Silence gives answers.
Get yourself out of the way, and let Joy have more space.
Play the flute of felicity! You, yourself, are the melody.
...Blessed is anyone who knows who he or she really is and builds a place to live there.