Archive for October, 2007


Oct 25 2007 Published by under Words

The frigid wind of night sails through curling hair,
Immersing the warmth of skin;
Grazing cold melts away the fear, the doubt.
Softly it flows over ears,
Breathing as a din of ruffling air unseen.
Is it really there?
Or is it a trick of sound and touch,
A delusion of salient mind?
I know not, nor shall I ever know.

Until the death of individuality…
Until the fragment becomes whole.
Until the mind is no more the mind,

But the soul.

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