12-04-2018, 12:00 AM
sitting further than the sun
I was observing how it paints the world
with ray after ray of brushes
and an open heart
reaching... reaching... stretching into the depths below
illuminating darkness, yes, but first touching it, entering it
I wonder... is the world really like that in the primeval darkness?
was it molded, shaped, given color
was it alive before or not? and if so...
was it alive like the rays that breathed it life?
or was that a different kind of being alive?
I hear them say to me...
close your eyes and fall into those depths
stretch out your hands your senses
what beings lie there in those darkest corners?
bring them out
recognize them
name them
breathe with them, for them, from them, form them
find the answersÂ
they're all just waiting to be found.
I was observing how it paints the world
with ray after ray of brushes
and an open heart
reaching... reaching... stretching into the depths below
illuminating darkness, yes, but first touching it, entering it
I wonder... is the world really like that in the primeval darkness?
was it molded, shaped, given color
was it alive before or not? and if so...
was it alive like the rays that breathed it life?
or was that a different kind of being alive?
I hear them say to me...
close your eyes and fall into those depths
stretch out your hands your senses
what beings lie there in those darkest corners?
bring them out
recognize them
name them
breathe with them, for them, from them, form them
find the answersÂ
they're all just waiting to be found.

