Earthly voids & Spiritual quest, Relationship

Dark Matter

Friend, hide into that dark-
cherry winter conversation.

How does the vine to vine manifest
the continual of dying and coming back?

Seek his question fiercely.
Sense a sorrowful approach,
imperfect blue.
Linguistics the shadow of rusted truths.

For he is a newfound mystery.
You share in this elusive gathering;
beyond form, touch, and time.

Without the weight of mercury,
the icy smack of Neptune,
the toiling of Jupiter, or
Mars, the insufferable.

He is dark matter.
An exotic empty space.

 

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Earthly voids & Spiritual quest

December’s Bridge

Am I a lie in this etched parallel?
They say what is most disliked,
Remains most true
Are words just a crease of what define’s my reality?

Wrap a hamsa around my eyes
Push the shutter
Stare into that ray of light
Behold the trident
Draw the salt lines
Round and round this dance is for the prong of my shadow

In the separation
In the alcoves, held out way too long
For both sides, a bridge is the reciprocated middle way
Share within the light, share within the darkness
I won’t be disillusioned
My soul already encompasses both

Art: Rikke Ryge

“In freedom, the thoughts of people were consumed with hate, and when living in hatred their thoughts were consumed with freedom.”

https://kabbalah.com/en/concepts/the-nature-of-evil

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Earthly voids & Spiritual quest

Existence for now

My heart unlocks to those wet green eyes that cry.
Matted lashes mirrors the summer rain clinging to the pines.
Syd Barrett singing Golden Hair from no certain distinction ahead.
Grasping through the spruces.
Passing the rotation, fear has fallen apart.

To the Middle Way, hereafter;
Each spokes connected within the whirlwind of my lungs.
The oval window in my ear.
My belly of a thousand folded flowers.
The zenith tides in my eyes.
My voice plunging into midnight.

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Imprints

Imprints: “Blessed Longing”

Tell no one else, only the wise

For the crowd will sneer at one

I wish to praise what is fully alive,

What longs to flame toward death.

 

When the calm enfolds the love-nights

That created you, where you have been created

A feeling from the Unknown steals over you

While the tranquil candle burns.

 

You remain no longer caught

In the peneumbral gloom

You are stirred and new, you desire

To soar to higher creativity.

 

No distance makes you ambivalent 

You come on wings, enchanted

In such a hunger for light, you

Become the butterfly burnt to nothing

 

So long as you have not lived this:

To die is to become new,

You remain a gloomy guest

On the dark earth.

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe.

 

 

 

 

 

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