11 July 2013

The Beginning and The End

Mass effect without heat
Rhythm beyond beat
Chanting downwards silently 
Without the words to speak.
Spears of light pierce memory
But darkness is the homily,
Bowed to kneel, the hazard blows,
Yet nothing breaks, nor twists, nor bleeds;
It separates to let the tempest through.
In the peace of being, bonds anew.
Each time recreated,
Each time wrought afresh
Till what remains are echoes
Of the beginning and the end. 

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