Above all else,
It is the unknown I love.
Above all else,
I slink in softly illuminated places,
Alone. And above all else.
I take what arises in me;
My crushing sorrows,
The ecstatic restless longing
And offer it up.
Streamers of many colours!
Broken, and in Joy. Above all else.
It is the unknown I love.
I trust it,
Like the love that holds it.
I hold it dear
As it holds me.
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Perhaps I could have been more specific in the imagery I was creating, it is more of a explosion of colours. No specific colours. It's all there at once. Something that cannot be pinpointed.
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