Burn the bridge, Rickety old wooden bridge with missing panels, Rebuild, In place with pillars of stone, embers smouldering in the depths of quiet waters, mists, rising up between the supports, Intangible, cannot grasp unless you possess the correct affinity. Wind, and mist flow together around, between, in and out playfully disappearing into the trees. This Forrest where things not only die but are given new life. An ember of purpose given breath, igniting into an inferno consuming, purifying all it comes into contact with, yet does not scald, burn, bubble the flesh, instead melts away the icicles piercing the centre, branching off outwardly, where as condensing would have created unity. This Forrest no longer a tomb but am ever changing encompassing beacon of whimsy and wonder. No longer a tomb, but a castle, a paradise, heaven residing next door only a knock away. Mu, Fu, Ka, Sui, Za, Mist, wind, fire, void. Unavoid. Climb the pillar, Walk on water, flow with the breeze, Appear empty as space yet as focused as the sun and stars. Amaterasu, goddess of the sun, inextinguishable, Tsyukiomi god of the moon sealed away forever, Izanagi, Weakness exposed, Dilute yourself, Hour of temptation, drastic change, distorted reflections, shadows of a former self. This Forrest. Your tomb! Resurrect yourself, Free the shackles which bind you. Intangible, grasp and never loosen grip. The mist and wind dance in the morning sun. Freedom, Yin and yang re-united absent burdens. No more regrets no more plagues which silence illuminating futures. Hindsight, Heavens eye, Foresight, future sight, Rinnegan. Ripple patterns where all time has no meaning, see all concurrently, No longer to repel. But to attract. As though a magnet of wealth, luxuries, earthly pleasures and other worldly desires.
Posted on: Sat, 29 Jun 2013 04:49:14 +0000
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