Into the Abyss

Burying the ashes of the Leviathan


into depths, I bury
the ashes of the Leviathan

burnt roots and gnarled trees
once the soul’s compass

banish to the abyss, this primordial shadow
go without, to the wilderness, butterfly

with a low, dawning sun
the mist recedes, after torrent of rains

illuminating sculptures, beneath
as doves flock, with lofty clouds

diamonds see clearly, the burning gold
awash, in that vast cerulean sea

🕊 Namasté, Leah

Leah J, M.Ed. Psychology writer/artist/teacher
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