"I Have Cursed the Moon" - Recorded 12/30/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them What is to be done?How to make this right?How does anyoneeven sleep at night? I have screamed.I have cried.I have cursed the moon,wishing I had died…and I have tried. And yet… The sun each day,it circles 'round,whether its … Continue reading I Have Cursed the Moon
For the light and for the darkness in all of us. For the warm feeling of love and acceptance, and for the sinking discomfort that sits in the pit of our stomachs. May we remember that both are always there, and always will be. "There Is, In All Things" - Recorded 12/26/2020 - Auroraboros - … Continue reading There Is, In All Things
For you. Yes, you. 💙 For us. That we might be. "we" - Recorded 12/25/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them *frum* *frum* *frum* from here,below the stale, dry airdown beneath the thin line betweenabove andbelowthe static of the world fadesand is replaced bythisthe heartsteadyand indifferentto whether it is heardor notyetnot unfeelingnot … Continue reading we
the butterfly must lament, even if briefly, the loss of the cocoon, mourning departure from familiar home. unaware its new form, yet undefined, a shape emerges from cracked and peeling shell, losing as it does the smell of safety, tight pressure against aching limbs, eyes wet with dew and tears for what is no more… … Continue reading a winged lament
The sun knows nothing of the warmth it brings To those who wait for the rays of light to fall upon them, Nor is it aware Of the shadows cast By objects that pass in the distance between, Its massive form and that of smaller spheres. Into whose world does your light shine, What darkness … Continue reading Into Whose World Does Your Light Shine?
All the world waits For you Though surely there are times Where it may feel Like it is just beyond your reach A realm unto itself To be observed But not to be interacted with Know this That you are Not alone There is so much that is not understood About this place which we … Continue reading All the World Waits
In the distance I can see the mountains once more Their jagged peaks Thrust upwards Into the clouds Extending from the Earth below As if to challenge the sprawling sky above A reminder That though the air rests at a higher elevation It is not above the Earth by any means That there are natural … Continue reading I Can See the Mountains Once More
Clouds hang low over jagged mountain range Glowing in amber hue Ritual solar display Painting bright the sky To remind Those below The full glory and grace Of the celestial body 'Round which we move Ceaselessly Tirelessly Only broken by False swan song descent Not of deceit Rather To deliberately emphasize Perhaps What it really … Continue reading A Western Sky