every ounce of warmth is internalized and consumed by the waking soul
Tag: literature
dreams: of emerald fires and smoke spiralling out from the depths of the dark earth
a true advaitic rain falls tonight called on by the forest wild as each drop seeds itself into the barren earth
the thunder warns and great shadows steal morning’s light
the autumn sky darkens: and still a tiny lamp is lit in our hearts
just enough warmth to rouse this frail flesh from bed to light
a pale thin curtain separates us: mynahs on the other side discussing politics
autumn: she’s a rather strange one when her veils are up
between the drizzle and gale: i may have used up my daily quota of daydreams
your dream is your own like the fine print on your soul
