Death, a trick of the light,
as the shell cracks
and the abyss promises,
but never delivers,
All gone me, but now me and now no me.
I breathes me waking and sleeping
the imaging eye, I.
Light has no rest mass.
Let it dance so that mass may …
If the wound is where the light enters
embrace dissolution, have a crack up!
Let the pieces fall where they may,
they are snowflakes.
There is no door,
we move back and forth freely
It’s fear that seeds a portal.
Fear not, you have nothing to lose.
You dead and alive wonder!
I love this, Rupa …reminded me of Raffaela’s Last Dream
Aah yes. Her surprise!
oooh.. thank you.
Lots of love darling Shazar