Sprouts of Creation: The Craving

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

The Craving

There's a reason why I miss you
you are not in my home
You are instead in the world
which is filled with infectious chrome

My home's facade is white
And it's interior are done in blue
but those are the only two colors
of the others I've got no clue

It's aura reverberates with light
and it is filled in magnificent delight
There's this divine protection in it's dome
That holds the sun on it's own

I feel free, when you are inside
when your ride the path astride
on the horses of my imaginary winds
and the roads of my hide.

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Agni-varsha

Agni-varsha; the rain of fire, one often forgets that fire purifies as it consumes, and the rain nourishes as it wets your body, your being; whilst ashes was the story of a consumption, Agni-varsha is the story of purification. It's the story a man and a woman who remained apart, who never came together because they were above separation, but they were still not apart; their souls were related, there was a strong connection; stronger than the mightiest steel, for it did not have a form, it wasn't made of matter, it was made of purity, of energy that governs this cosmos, of the energy of fire and that of the rains. Energy that links us all, the energy that nourishes our soul; only the intensity was other-worldly, only the power to conjoin cosmic in its origin.

Sprouts of creation is my obligation to fire. To its very nature to connect. For even if it apparently separates, it dissolves in itself the different forms to amalgamate, it helps fusion, it produces a new form, a stronger and a pure form, a form that is divine in its true sense.