“And suddenly you know:
It's time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.”
― Meister Eckhart
"The more powerful and original a mind,
the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude."
Aldous Huxley
“She didn't belong anywhere and she never really belonged to anyone. And everyone else belonged somewhere and to someone. People thought she was too mysterious..But she only wanted to belong to someone...to give love to someone....
― C. JoyBell C.
Arcane Voyage
her cloak of speckled darkness
might have been a night sky
of vacant stars
the sounds silent inaudible
brushed against the skin
left purple stains of pluto's heart
there need be no reasons
nor sense to selection if any
just that she suddenly exists
as if from out of ocean mists
caught betwixt worlds
disregarded she did not dissipate
gems of the old shattered across her cheeks
fell upon her arms like the tears she leaked
ancients bespoke in languages long gone
the burden she must carry when she did come along
from where to there to here out of nowhere
into somewhere far out there
she makes no sense without the cup of mysterious nectar
chaos contracts then expands only to contract again
she holds in her third eye the wisdom of a universe
so many humans tried to deny
her sails easily could have been
the nightwind from Venus
but for the kiss that was like rings
associated with Saturn
the purple some say gave her away
"Return her" cried dwarfed Pluto
The cosmos all sang out one day
sirens unknown
which beginning shall she embrace
as each day goes unmeasured
by more than several suns
her eyes now deeper than the vacancy
left by your words that once stung
mistaken as nothing
tossed disposable
she carries on
undaunted by
the present company
she drifts again
on the sea of space
but first for this moment
let me blow one more kiss
to you
she whispered in the voice
of a soul filled with collected hearts
some of those hearts yours
