we are in this world whispers the silence we are spilling soft space into my floorless, roofless house where nothing can scaffold this effervescence inside clouds the into walk Padam, Padam, I and reroot in walking baiting an embodied-life from the eternity of stars we once were this simmers inside me in the buried stars of my bones ignites the feeling that something good is going to happen, I just know something good is going to happen hush now, the answers to everything hush and hide lie in the spaces between the tiniest torn pockets of brilliance in prisms of divine hallowed grace we are in this world but my dreams are drawn deeper to the luminance of the auroras, and ever bliss
Thanks Jonathan, wrote it a while back.... the magnetic pull ever deeper reminded me of your post I read today, courtesy of Cory. Some of these universal themes run through us all.
I love "in the buried stars of my bones"
Thanks Jonathan, wrote it a while back.... the magnetic pull ever deeper reminded me of your post I read today, courtesy of Cory. Some of these universal themes run through us all.