Thursday, October 15, 2015
Soaring ever so high through the vacuity of space.
Dismembered in the diminishing air flow.
Disjointed through the swirling perceptions.
An electric field sparking it's own filaments.
Gambling on throwing the intuitive dice.
The flayed skin of memories
Burning and smoking.
Lower their sights
Grovelling in the hearth
of their own embers
to the core
A breeze awaits
Splaying their magical currents
as they burst into flames
Regurgitated flotsam burns bright
Creating it's own firmament of invincibility
Flexing it's muscle
through the obesity of an illusion
A grain of sand
blends with it's compatriots
in it's own magnificence
Moving across the great divide
Uncovered relapses fade serenely
into the oblivion of the night
Die hard dreams resurface
with the rippling continuity
A crust of bread falls to the forest floor
A warriors heart pulsating in the palm of his hand
strides through the humility of his own being
Porcupine quills embellish the leaves with their salutations
Offering signs and markers
as the flow of the feet find their own unique individual rhythm
A mirrored like wall convinces and demands the self
and ponder the self
Have a conversation
with the truth of the illusion.
The hot warm glow of a heated element
Shining as a beacon
On an odyssey
in a moment
Held in the shadowless grasp and warm embrace
An eternity of being
Unmasked to the crossbeams of a manifestation
Extrapolating itself in the free flow
of the gentle breeze of transformation