Time sinks in space non existent
In which moves this body
In the mind that creates
A million worlds where cruelty abounds
In the great storms unborn, in nature
Of the being manifest who destroys your world
In a deluge.
Breathless,
The one who thinks in stillness.
And so, the moon, the sun and stars dissolve
The senses dead; what lives
In that that lives forever alone
In the speck of dust that dwarfs the Cosmos
At the feet of the mount in boundless wonder.
And that eternal particle moves in its void
Doing what it always does
Sculpting time both here and there in space
Aware, moving mind, the matter
Bound in words of many a name for one
In many a form or two and more --
The sky, the moon, the mind,
This earth, this body, this virus and you who rests in peace
In this heart, where the sun rises in every corner
At once in the eye of the beholder
To be reduced to cinder in the space of that one
Alone...
Who shines
Pure.
Of whom, those born again ponder:
What was...
Once upon a time!
© Shadows of the Fragmented Moon, 2019
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