Dissolution

This poem is titled “Dissolution”.

It is a reflection on the cracking of the illusion-shell during the process of becoming and embodying the deeper truth of who you are. It is uncomfortable because it is new. Be courageous, say yes and be Light.

The glass clock

Hanging in the middle of the sky

Has shuttered.

The walls of the city,

The city itself

Has crumbled

Under her own weight

With no forewarning.

It’s only dust left,

Yet another fragment splits in more pieces

And this is known only when it’s happened.

In between it’s silence and stillness

Balancing between

The dismantling of a structure

And the spark of creation.