chrysalis, not knowing what mystery may crystallise from this dissolution, i have spun myself to silence on my own thread and must wait at this cold root in absence of moon and sun, with no image of what could emerge from this evolution; does the caterpillar conceive what wings could unfold from transformation? unknowing leaps […]
taken by your music to a land of loss, bare, stark, it dares me enter places i would shun, deep in a heart of terror where the sun burns or vanishes. hear the cries of realisation, the recognition that lies in those extremes we bear within us. you have voyaged to fearful places and returned […]
that first outburst, a universe inventing itself as it expands – the will to be is born again time after time, making, unmaking, propelled by joy from the beginning. showers of high notes like shafts of sunlight pierce through the deep dark that dances with dust motes. out of what darkness did this rise in […]
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