the quiet retreats: imagine a pulse that expands and contracts on contact with sound
Tag: art
rise and fade: glass towers on the horizon obscured by a curtain of haze
water taps lightly waking cold stone
sound lingers in this sacred space of dark deciding on its next course of action
dark before dawn: breathing slows and blends with the quiet
if winter was nothingness then spring must be the paradox from which something was constructed
in this fertile space: every action births some form of reaction physical or mental seen or unseen felt or forgotten
a soft feathered face stares back but the gods call it continuity
gaze into the abyss: bear witness to the darkness repeating its poem
winds wild and wandering: space thickens around absence and calls it presence
elancharan gunasekaran 