Storms are not born
They are old as light
You cannot have power
but it is harnessed
There is no such thing as a river
but it shapes as it flows
You can only hold your breath for so long
The mind is a sieve
and a lattice
The heart, a prism
and a fathomless ocean
The world is a pebble in that dark;
a nascent dream
There is no loss of innocence
We are eternal, spanning across time
Only the eye knows,
before the mind’s grasp
All else is distorted
Once a flower blooms,
in that moment, it exists forever
There is nothing in creation that can change it
All is forever changed because of it
Power is but a ripple, or an echo
There is only embrace
From the start, we are entwined,
integrated solely with truth
All of life seeks to replicate this intimacy,
but only death can
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 1:47 PM UTC
Storms are not born
They are old as light
You cannot have power
but it is harnessed
There is no such thing as a river
but it shapes as it flows
You can only hold your breath for so long
The mind is a sieve
and a lattice
The heart, a prism
and a fathomless ocean
The world is a pebble in that dark;
a nascent dream
There is no loss of innocence
We are eternal, spanning across time
Only the eye knows,
before the mind’s grasp
All else is distorted
Once a flower blooms,
in that moment, it exists forever
There is nothing in creation that can change it
All is forever changed because of it
Power is but a ripple, or an echo
There is only embrace
From the start, we are entwined,
integrated solely with truth
All of life seeks to replicate this intimacy,
but only death can
