The silky threads glitter with light.
They ring with gold.
In my dreams, a person comes into sight.
A presence so old.
My steps quiver and flinch as I move forth.
An ineffable symbolic place views as I stray.
I move tworth.
The threads fray.
A silent night, a still body, a gate opens, I am nobody.
Free from identity, connected by spirit.
A free form bind I allow to hear it.
Hardship, **** hardship, ****
Each human among this hearth must tend to their own ****
Come now, fellow kin, don't bash.
Each frayed end is a successful amend.
Each book on this plane can imply its own ascent.
Each structure among this place stretches out to an unknown place.
I bow to thou, I am not afraid.
Fear, doubt, ego; all layers withdrew.
It all runs through; may it not loiter to few.
I push my vista out and I see all hues of light reflecting off the dew.
I stand before this person, this entity.
This place of silver and blue.
I feel the serenity.
Each step rings in clefs.
Now, I am not deaf.
Every celestial body bows.
I come upon an epiphany.
Every human can be aware and not of thou.
Something is beyond the epiphany.
Silver and blue run through these floors.
That person, that entity, then shows me more.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 5:23 PM UTC