Who Are We At Our Core

The existential bird in the blossomed blue, flies abandoned with the rhythm of swan song. The tapestry of time wraps with eternity hue the innate immortality essence etched to belong. The winsome whisper of the extant wind rustles the lively lotus petals of perpetuity. In solemn space of sanguine solitude of mind deranged clamor subsides in ebbed silent entity. Beneath the convolute layers of self-deception, thousand suns shine perennially in blissful bay. In the seraphic sky within of supreme perception, ageless consciousness dances with nirvana rays. “we look for that that does not come and go it cannot be organic form, subject to decay thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know yet come what may, our inner child continues to play” (Line of enquiry)