A Fragment
We can only see A fragment of what’s perceived As reality ~

On a different timeline My dreams was lost to black and white A phoenix with a broken wing Rapidly loosing height I was on the edge One could smell The sordid ashes From an inner burning hell A solitary dreamer About to burst Could I be reborn Or was
Even through dark clouds and frozen still Life holds a mystical glow Pointing us in a direction We might sense but rarely know ~
A river always finds a way Under starry nights, through the light of day It will bend and redirect its course Running free and untamed like a wild horse Turning into a quiet mountain stream Only to disappear underground, a distant dream Resurfacing as a thundery waterfall Persistently following
In this majestic place A pristine North Dusk and dawn becomes one Bringing deep resonance forth A lava church of nature Rising from the seabed To this I humbly bow Life’s untouched calm silhouette ~ Kirkjufell, Grundarfjörður, Iceland Weekly Photo Challenge: Silhouette
A saga untold About to unfold Freedoms roar Dragons soar A völva’s gaze Cutting through the haze Golden snake uncurls Protecting the Earth Silent creation No separation The language of the elements Spoken with eloquence Mankind forgets We are no-one, and yet… A mystery; never born Does the rose
In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: One Shot, Two Ways
In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: One Shot, Two Ways