the void coats the shaman,
standing there,
straddling two worlds.
there is no unnecessary movement
but breath,
and it is even.
the dawn of light
wakes in ink
and visual pathways,
full of irradiation and effulgence,
gyrate with subtle incandescence.
there is only one action -
to plunge within,
as orion half rises into consciousness
above the darkened tree line of memory.
1 comment:
So wonderful to read your musings. It has been too long since our shared flight together. Work has preoccupied my time away from writing stories about the Pentagon and other incredible experiences. I hope we re-connect soon.
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