It was all a gesture A point of turning Without knowing why An Inclination towards more A subtle knife that left no scar
In the beginning it seemed a glimpse Now manifest a casasm a rift Deep without an end Caught by the perpetual silence With a sound only audible once you hear
To be awake truly enlivened Wanting only the truest of desires The inner love of the formless all Loving all in its transient state of form
Graceful gestures
Posted - Nov 03 2015 : 5:29:10 PM
