An Ode to Chaos

What falls from her mouth, An Ode to Chaos — a new birth within. Death is ever present to deliver us through growth and into the magic flames of consciousness, together alone. Unbecoming. In the shadow, and now together again to change, to realise, to rise. Through the depths of grief of love the river runs, what a time to be alive, to witness a great tide rupturing the dream within the dream. I feel more overwhelmed by the state of the world than ever before and I also feel clear and close to myself. We are in the sea together all looking at different horizon lines, maybe the same, same sun, same moon, same multifaceted bright light burning in the mirror of existence. Intense is a small word for all of it.

Holy Fuck!

What an illusion, a brutal beautiful reality. We will become dust but hopefully art and kisses will remain.