The time in between
to observe the gentlest of forms,
move into this moment of reveal,
surrendering,
as we
descend into the chaos that ensues,
swept up into this spiral,
feeding the minds of those
that slipped away
as our grip eased upon the words that spoke of our freedom,
of movement
that sunk our fears amongst this buried treasure,
held by the light
as we surrender
to fight amongst those who remain and speak of truth and unfathomable things,
echoes within the chamber of our resurrection.
we call to attention,
the broken shards that cut us, as we rise above the lost,
those who wander aimlessly,
taken by their pain
consumed by their guilt, of expectations
that call for blood and segregation,
tales of demons, that ride upon the wings of angels,
desperation,
breaking out of this mold,
let the fire consume,
burn away the last of that, which ties them to their shadow self.
Rejoice,
the exploration of power that comes from within,
held within our fragile being,
spells to weave our intentions
to cast away the dark, that lurked behind each contemplation,
we shape
our stories,
each strand
a web, that brings it all together
that feeds the light
and illuminates the way,
as we co create each day.
