A Thought from a Star Ocean

 

courtesy of aastro.org

They said it could never happen-

This ocean I view you across

         In which you may ascertain your own outline….

 That distant shore I call myself – estranged now from what it once knew

        

and dared to call a possibility…

 Rhetoric is the curtain call and a grand, traditional mantle it is-

Dark, thick, warm…. With very certain edges-

       Excuses all original thought that may arouse a sense of uncertainty –

        – lack of clarity….

 And so it did

So boldly

So shamelessly

    In the name of… nameless passion

                   For Life.

 For that which it is Not…

 For how can one know oneself if not against the mirror

Of That-

        which It is Not?

Raiana Golden (2012 – all rights reserved)