garthknight:

Chthonic
In, under or beneath the earth
Subterranean
Deities or spirits of the underworld
Evoking at once abundance and the grave
Fecundity and decay Everlasting life and eternal death.

I twist and turn in my bed of stone
Rough hewn
Grinding my teeth to dust
Shifting cascades of sand trickle down
Disrupted by footsteps from above
Every moment a new reflection
Right here right now
This moment my only one
The one and only one I have for all time
Touch the fine hairs on the back of your neck
They rise to my fingertips
Every pore on my skin receiving your touch
Fingers of stone surrounded by flower roots
Every crevice engulfed by tendrils
Every moment an ocean filled by life perception.

The wellspring of my desire is a deep, dark pool
A massive slowly circulating body of inky liquid
Drawn up by imperceptible filaments
Coalescing into a river
Growing to a crashing pounding fury of white water
Carrying my mind and body in a tumultuous giddying flash
Over bedrock and sand.

When asleep I dreamt I was a moth
And waking became a moth dreaming
That I was human
My dreams are an act of creation
Creation is the result
Of a dream
My thoughts create this world
And arm in arm
This world creates me
We dance, we flutter, we fly
And like a moth I plunge into the flame
Immolate myself with my own desire.

– Garth Knight

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Some people move the boundaries, other just create new worlds!! Phenomenal!