Monday, October 27, 2014


Week 32

Insight births as coruscation,
a bridge to newer realms,
expulsion then of ignorance,
soft algae of lost minds.

Traveller is pushing on,
through ooze of memory,
leaving ailing circumstance,
for lean, taut destinies.

Within the briny depths,
breeds reason, slow and sure,
ubiquitous and constant,
it rides the waves so pure.

Pitch of time intangible,
beyond the world of space,
cosmos breathes in unison;
bequeaths eternal grace.


1 comment:

  1. Oh wow you start this with a bang, the first line phenomenal! This is fantastic, deep and elegant. Perfection =)