mythology

Ancient mythology will complete the circle of the serpent which eats its own tail around this earth.

Decay, rot and lay waste to this sense of self.

In my grave allow flowers to flourish as the rain feeds me so.

Tangled in the soil and roots, I will rise again.

Spring forth a masterpiece of sacrifice which is part of the whole.

Unity of mind and soul will be my fortune.

My body deposed by the realization that in me is you and in you I will find me.

Regrowth is not death but a continuation of this will to extend beyond measure.

Fear becomes the borders which keep you locked in a box of misunderstandings.

Connected to the source, we are what we feel and we feel what we need.

The dream becomes life.

This is my mythology.