In the soil of our ancestry
As we sharpen our knives
Though blood may be drawn
And we stand in demise
Choose for yourself
Whom you will be served by
Beyond the rivers
And seas and the skies
I am hunting stars for you
Rolling dice at the moon
Without treachery
Plump with the elixir of love
Consumed in the archives
Of human nature
Consecrated in unbearable darkness
With your eyes as my light
At the end of the tunnel

I wake up
I fall asleep

I wake up
I fall asleep

So we go into
This indelible recognition
For good and evil
Never too proud
Just sobering
Magnificent perspectives
Drawn in by undeniable
Joy and chaos
That is the precipice
Of our hands unfolding
In a forest of duality
And equally measured

© GÄ

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Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of poeticword.com & tHEtERRYtREE.com - Tea Maker & Owner of goldenlungtea.com - Hair & Music at Geinos.com