For you now close to the cloth and feathers. I’ve known you scarcely and softly before.
For you I am time and space in tethers; and I swore she would know me again once more.
For he whispers with immediacy
that in each other’s hands, we’re the charmers bees.
Rupa Citta, Rupa Citta, Rupa Citta
No differences no unities.
From the little fountains of the Crown; to the crackling sounds of her Koenig Fire.
We are the edges to which in each other we retire.
How did you come to feel like the sediment in the room?
The calcified mollusk
with a pearly tomb.
Sipping on her darkness
as all steeping leaves do.
All steeping leaves unfurl she said,
if you want to know what is true.
Lay down in my ashes Darling. For I am alive in the ossified hollow that you sense before seeing;
and I do this all for the river,
for my love to run through your being.
Sunyata. -Morris Darkly.
Image by #sigurdurgudmundsson titled #mountain from his Situation Series.