forest’s edge: trees step slightly out of the frame and the cold path dims
Author: Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்
in between: taking stock of perishable feelings
winter’s end: just take a look at the darkness we have domesticated
not merely a matter of freeing the body but the liberation of cosmic forces that have been caged within this malleable shell
motionless in a state of near death the very air consumed is fed to the pranic engine
stand before the winter sun and proclaim that this frail bag of flesh has won over the elements: for now
watch in silence as a thin ray of light frays into morsels of the collective thought
winter’s soul takes center stage and the verdant rain rehearses its lines
creatures of night tread lightly as space becomes hallowed and ceremonial
smoke carves a temporary hallway alongside the concrete just as men and serpents coexist in a cruel world