My Silence

My silence was so deep you could hear The journey of my soul, I was fine in the dark. That towering ominous thing where ghosts left imprints beneath the rock pavilion. I create, I fade and come again and fade to satiate my blessed heart when thinking of my son smiling. My awareness of the invisible is indivisible from self. I was fine in the dark, lanterns illuminating my innards like a carved pumpkin. I was one within universal truth. The nature of my being was betterment. The silence deafened and sometimes I…Read more …

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What saves won almost saved one in the bleakness of my soul's bereavement. What safely undone construct gave me a glimpse through a lens through a looking glass coexists with this sacramental dimension. I was the mask wielder in my dreams of owls and wise wars obscured. An she was a handmaid to the holy unbeknownst of her unholy tendencies. If I fell away primarily was it my flesh that peeled? Was it the irony of a finite understanding of the world and its originating conditions impurely. My life and art are won.…Read more …