The sun and the moon
Spinning dizzy circles within circles
Multicolored dimensions transcending upon each other
Seemingly, blindingly bright white
Has an angel ascended to the throne?
Or is it just an ethereal mindtrip...?
Some of us see the dark side of the moon
The black holes on the sun's face
And collapse upon ourselves with
Negativity breeding within like contagious smog,
Billowing smoke rings riddled with darkness
Teasingly reaching out to the source that feeds.
But now..
Now it has all merged, condensed
Into one single consciousness,
A unilateral train of thought
A mindgame.
The angel is testing us
We reckon.
The angel is the guiding light,
Our guiding light.
We have faith.
Shallow, the ocean seems,
Inconsequential, the mountains seem
But infinite, the light seems.
Infinite, the light is.
Epilogue:
Time flies past us all
And yet we wander amongst the valleys of timelessness
Seeking the infinity that evades us
Time after time after time after time
Oh so simply.
Oh so beautifully.
Shine on, guiding light.
