the wings of consciousness won’t melt
its powerful light wading through asphalt
empowering an undone seed to reach out for its greatest expression
I try to understand growth
an inevitable hunger within
this incontrollable force, ∞
i wonder, if after all – am I learning from my mistakes yet?
the SUN melting already the tip of my iceberg?
or are the winds
leading me to the other pole
underneath the icy SEA
be aware of mermaids
those in the know of shades
remaining hidden until
tempted to reveal itself
INNER TRUTH | 61. \\ a fine-tuned path of not burning and drowning at the same time