Loop

I wade through the symbols of essence unseen, by light and by shadow departing a dream, all centered inside of the self shell of me.

The light pushes darkness away from my form — a backdrop, a contrast to all that is known.

Reminder that all that is known is not all.

Photo by Kamil Feczko at Unsplash

I’m here and beyond, in impossible bind to things that are real but not matter enough, in transit from here to the same here again.

Where I came from is lost in the mist of a dream. Where I’m going us mortals aren’t worthy to deem. We’re swallows in spring, building life like a nest.

It’s sadness and beauty to venture the thought of life as an endless and boundless event.

A loop from the light of an infinite sun.