Thread.

Heaven and hell

held within.

Heaven or hell

exudes without.

Mystifying

dark and light;

attempted order in

narrative and story;

hard lines drawn

black and white.

The squalls of uncertainty.

Focus fracturing,

away from the

tightrope.

Thread of

the soul,

delicately hued,

suspending across

a valley

between worlds.

A tenuous

adventure.

To glimpse

the end,

we land at

the beginning.

Stability threatened

by gusts of

tedium

and doubt.

Dualistic

push and pull.

The abyss envelopes,

where present any

reverential lapse.

Soul rendered

devoid of tone;

a shadow amongst

the crowd.

Purity firms the thread.

Truth balances.

Stillness is buoyant.

Evolving wings –

bespoke

harmonic alchemy.

Emancipate from

burden;

weightless

remembrance.

Coalescence with

sumptuous space.

Endure along

the rainbow strand,

the edge

between realms;

a union of

river stream and

the great ocean.

Originally published at https://www.findingspace.co on June 16, 2020.