Saturday, June 15, 2024

Days of shortened night

As we walk the line of fire,

skipping around the embers of desire.


Our mind awakened by lucid thought,

Times in imagination that has been sought.


We look eyes wide towards the sky,

Our feet on earth appear to lie.


The ground beneath our step gives way,

As we try hold fast to this night & this day.


Freefalling into an unruly maelstroms wild storm, 

We get ripped asunder we simply must be reborn.


We seek now that which eludes our feeble grasp,

We now hold forever thoughts from a long long ago past.


Awake the night, sleep walk the cold dawn,

Lifes fire line has much trouble & is forlorn.


An inferno rages within our simple mind,

Spirituality the solice we must now try and find.