The fire was stolen
from the gods.
In its embers I saw a glowing universe.
Form and emptiness. Matter and spirit.
The eyes of the soul.
I sat on top of the world
Beneath the light of the full moon,
its light spreading.
In the silence, before the open temple
I found myself, the form of many truths,
the twinkle of my own star.
I penetrated the world I know viscerally.
From cell to cosmos.
Finding boundaries.
Overcoming thresholds.
Spirals of rainbows unfurled
inward and out.
From man to temple,
into the surrounding effigies.
A world unspoken
that lies between layers
of ethereal realities.
I sang my song in the stillness,
saw energy move in ancient gestures.
At sunrise I found laughter
resonating in my belly.
The echo of creation,
and the universe’s wink.
Sleep a long forgotten sister.
I plodded the sand, the whiteout,
the open loudness
in search of peace.
I stared my discomfort
and fear in the face.
Every time I closed my eyes
visions fought to hold on
to my tired mind.
oona's looking glass 