Of What Mountains Are Made

 

Of What Mountains Are Made

Of What Mountains are Made

Heartbeat,

Heartache,

Heartbeat,

Heartache,

Round the circle,

It forms from further away.

Shadows casting nets,

Masking my face,

They don’t let me see through their gaping holes.

All I see is the rope that binds me.

It’s is a beautiful rope and bares further inspection.

See the weave?

See the loom that made it?

See the origins of the great net in which we are bound?

Bound or unbound?

We need only stand.

We need only move.

And the weave unravels.

You have a choice,

Heartbeat

Heartache

Heartbeat

Heartache

Are they different?

Ascent

AscentAscent

Flowers fortuitously fade from freedom

A descent begins

In Dank Darkness it Decides on Death

Structures Shatter

Wilting Willfully it Waits, Watching

Soon, only essence remains

Silence Sips,

Space Stutters,

Stars Shutter

Potential, only potential

 

All is empty

But…

 

Converging Chemicals Create Clear Conditions

Something Stirs

Excitedly it Emerges from Emptiness

Ascending,

Returning,

Sharing the Silence, the Softness, the Stars

Until Descent