embracing gently
pitch-black shadows
and unveiling my ghostly mask
tearing down the curtain veils
tapping the hidden illumination
a radiant lamp
through the dark cellar
welcoming the void
snakes, and dragons
to be a window
through my soul
to reflect my truest inflections
un-ghosting myself
& resurfacing from the shadows
now I stitch my black holes
grabbing the oxygen, collecting carbon
to pump my own heart in my cage of chest
my tears are falling &
melting through the garden of my soul
as if they are the first batch of snow
descending from the skylines
permeating through the blue
& grey horizon flying through the sailing winds
my shakti-cup bleeds with loving awareness
spilling it among stars in a mist of nebula
nebula is my nectar to breathe between
these spaces, shifts, and transitions
and my filtered mind just stood silent
then I became the silent wave-crash
meeting to kiss the shores
photo credits
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