Nightfall. The winds of autumn sneak under my bones. I shiver. Sheltered in a layer of dissociation, the days pass. Reality is fluid, never consistent, shadows and colors swirl, my mind is leaden.
Residing beneath the heavy sparlking gems that are blinding my mind, I constantly fall asunder, then reconcile. The process is like a never ending circle, the harrowing samsara, the pain of destruction and creation.
When will it ever end? Should it even end? What is “end”?
If I fall, where will I fall? Is it really a fall? Or is it an ascension?
‘I love you.’ The anthem of creation. He repeats. These words keep the world in glory.
What a glorious view, this mortal world. What a spacious dimension to spread our wings and caress the sky.
Before my eyes a vision passes. Sudden, like lightning, flashes in an instant.
The world is in flames. I stand at the peak and gaze at the fire. I whisper into the dust;
‘This, is how the glory of this world, ends.’
