Dormant/awake

Posted on by anna christ

the tears she never cried are burning her eyes

The fire from the eyes melts her heart

The heart is dissolving into a river that flows down to the ocean of her gut

And the ocean is churning the poison to nectar…

Life is only the nectar of love travelling in the ocean of eternity

Laying the egg at the bottom of the sea

And the bird hatching the egg flies in a liquid universe of transmuted tears…

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Published by anna christ

to say something about me is to allow you to tell me more/ words are actions and so heavily frame... iam a messenger, without meaning, empty, useless here and now...