Death, Earthly voids & Spiritual quest, Mental Health

At the peak, prana down

The golden threads sunken under my rib cage
A make believe for me to feel less alone
But the truth is a rock face,
And I am climbing it alone
As I feel its colossal presence in my heart,
My yearning feels very small
At the summit,
My fiery phoenix never born
Only a thousand crystal shards
From my solar plexus fall into the icy abyss

Art: Jean Georges

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4 thoughts on “At the peak, prana down

  1. I’m conflicted in taking the survival aspect, or the snow fall of sadness from this one. There is a defeatist voice but also one which rings out effort. I like line ‘But the truth is a rock face, And I am climbing it alone.’ Well scripted and rugged.
    We are but rocks hewn from the same mountain.
    Great piece and wonderful art!

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