Darker night of the soul. Shadow work.
Ego death. Spiritual death
Faceless in the infinite well. I sank.
A Magritte sky is taunting me from far above
Soon I’m shifted to the cold burning flames
Opaque oranges and yellows flickering in a fiery deafness
If I die now
Will it be all revealed
My grief. My shame. My terror.
I woke up and it roared
Am I a fraud?
Am I guilty?
No one hears the roars
No one rescues us from the roars
Sitting there beside the well
I breathed and I stood up again
I will feel it all
I will march with a memory
Resting in the waters
A remembrance of your words so wise
Coming from under the earth or from some larger place
This extremely deep, almost transparent, universal, silent understanding
And that’s it, that is all
The evil I
Life times of trials and losses
Merge the scents of battles
Illuminated by the sweat
Of a shared endurance
As we find solace
In rays of silence
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