Walking alone in the dishevelled inner space
I find peace in my failure, an innocent patch of a silent hurt.
The futility of hollow beliefs crawls like a spent thunder.
Truth remains unborn.
I cross a bridge where eternity begins.
The freaks chase the shadow for a while,
The idea so excruciating, they melt in conspiracy of silence.
In oneness and suchness, the harmony drips from infinite pores.
The seed has a history.
Lost in resonance of outer space, now wakes the blood, distorting the ripples.
