orange in the horizon a spring moth rushes into the fire
Tag: freedom
a feathered god once told me: survive the dream and you will survive the process
i fear: the kind of dragon i am becoming one who takes pride in sleeping amongst the cinders of a once peaceful village now razed to the ground
forest’s edge: trees step slightly out of the frame and the cold path dims
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
elancharan gunasekaran 