There is no spirit in spirit,
as there are no drops in the
ocean,
one body.
Only in the turbulence do we see
the ghosts, phantom shapes
of separation.
(Kami sparks from the Fae fire)
In those shadows cast from the
splash, (wave of the I, the Id swimming)
are them born of a name.
Here, I find myself in form,
in a constant change and decay,
a flame mapped shade
on the mirror walls of consciousness,
in the fade, eternal emptiness
of the endless breath i'll never catch..
and again inhaling.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC
There is no spirit in spirit,
as there are no drops in the
ocean,
one body.
Only in the turbulence do we see
the ghosts, phantom shapes
of separation.
(Kami sparks from the Fae fire)
In those shadows cast from the
splash, (wave of the I, the Id swimming)
are them born of a name.
Here, I find myself in form,
in a constant change and decay,
a flame mapped shade
on the mirror walls of consciousness,
in the fade, eternal emptiness
of the endless breath i'll never catch..
and again inhaling.
written Winter Solstice 2014
