spiritual language poetry & writings

a mamaist abyss revisited



The spooky art at heaven’s edge,
Diving deeper into shadow without moving a step,
The mind set free into the familiar
All over and over again, newly swung
Into action, for a truth once uncovered
Never stops being true, running on
Its own steam. But now catching wind
As a feeling, you go deeper, eavesdropping
On yourself, and the mind you hear you would
Compare to others, to otherness, resonating
In the fathomless depths where you hear
A voice calmly saying, I link, therefore I am
Dancing on the edge, on the edge between.