We were separated at birth,
the torrent, Alluvion, came
sudden like and the
massacred ego, awash
in the tempest hue,
had no harbor against
The images after, constructed
from Native spirits
untethered in the cold
inferno of an endless winter,
Added by Wes Hansen on March 16, 2012 at 11:00am — No Comments
Ponder this . . .
Life is just a Stream,
Thought, in Mind Divine,
It moves beyond Perception
Where time, collapsed, remains unknown.
Newly born Stars, Planets spinning,
Naught but New Ideas unfolding;
Plants and Animals, All of human consciousness,
Just a thread within the Stream.
Inspiration comes, a Shock stirring the Nebulae,
Awakening potential, the birth of emergent form.