Two realities the blurred and the truth
“Know this Swimming Bird: This blue eye perceives all things conjoined. The past, the future, and the present. Everything flows and all is connected. This eye is not merely seen reality. It is touching the truth. Open the eye of truth… There is nothing to fear.”
“But now the heart of moonlight hits, and we’ll just watch the stars dance
Attempt to mimic them until our little hearts can’t
Take anymore of that vacant ancient decor
When it breaks and we can make for the door
And depart fast”
“Yeah. But there may not be another time. Okay?
I may never get this chance again. I mean, we may never,
you know, be able to return to this– this moment.”
Bright lights guide the way down the darkness.
The sodden path leading me far below.
It’s late in the evening the lights eliminate the surroundings their warmth yellowing embrace engulfing me.
White covering the floor below the yellow warmth shedding some light on this curious event.