Tag: fiction

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

the clouds have calmed but the storm still possesses me her wrath gives no quarter and her thunder reverberates in every waking cell

mind body soul: only the sound of the conch echoes in the morning wind