#14 // luminary.

these lines tell a story 
of where we begin
but the details, hidden 
in crevices unseen 
like questions seemingly 
unending
what do i do 
where do i go 
who am i to be
...
but what is a mountain
and its ranges
what are spheres 
and their boundaries
simply dirt and air dressed
by those made from dust
...
these ceaseless-angsts
the striving-after
towards a wind that was 
always meant to be 
free, yet ungraspable
"be still, my love — be still"
...
i came from nothing
and to it will i return
all that i dreamt to be
just hues in a line of colors
in this i dare find freedom
not triviality - in this i find
my true cause, my utter identity...find me here
hidden in love
hidden in depth 
hidden, in a stream
of an effortless eternity#032217