Sunday, February 22, 2009

Angel Wings

Fathom the depths of the human soul.
Chasing dreams across the chasms of the mind,
moving without sound, without effort,
reaching destiny with a thought.
Time is meaningless.
The nexus of being.
The divinity within.
Fleeting images, flash and disappear.
The melding of one into many.
Here true magick dwells.
The core of the human heart,
chaos evanescence and calm grows strong.

1 comment:

Ur-spo said...

every day I try to thank my angel for his interventions and assistance.

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