The Birth
I feel my soul before I come to know it.
A scintilla of light attuned to the vibrations of previously perceived emptiness. I am unaware of the friction that originated this spark, however, the comfort surrounds me as a mother's amauti engulfs her child that if I should truly seek this causation of origin I would arrive in it's understanding with an ovation of wisdom. A dance lasting forever, and never...
