17 Déc the one on the edge of the world carine roth
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas
Time in the depths, on the edge of everything, already a step too far.
This key space, threshold, negative ceiling, where only the tiniest traces of life, dust of light, still reside.
Going there to see it...
Original, true, genuine, authentic.
In the thick night. the soft, powerful, calm,
darkness
total.
Curl up.
Surrender to it, dissolve in it.
Mix and mingle
Complete
Soul Body
Abyss,
gaping,
drown in it, get lost in it. Delightfully.
Temptation to return too soon,
redefine, stop finishing, too quickly.
Going up too soon,
or too fast.
Waiting there, huddled in the night, to be completely reborn.
Water and fire, deep, deep.
Softness of the coat of night, the endless, infinite night.
