the milk and the moon have gone their separate ways: one chases hunger the other forgets purity
Tag: fiction
a slice of void helps quiet the mind
this stillness cannot be described and yet I try halfway to the land of sleep
cast its spell the blood moon has and now the hunter craves for the deadly chase through thicket and thorn
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
elancharan gunasekaran 