Traversing the Well of Souls

                                                                    Traversing the Well of Souls

Life began in a well with twisting, shimmering shapes of cold fusion climbing the walls amid clatters, clanks, moaning roars of anguish fading into the distance as rainbows of searing light roamed about, looking for an eye to enter. 

High tones carried across the abyss leaving a wake of rushing waves to undulate over the edge of impossibly distant galaxies of dust. 

Nowhere seemed closer than the blade that pierced perception's pendulum as distant drums thumped out a rhythm of watery drips.

Voices echoed from the throats of the disembodied spirits of incredibly ancient worlds and formed matrixes of interweaving epics of heroic deeds. 

Corporeal bodies resonated to the profound bass boomings of the elders as they passed from vistas of massive portals to their crystal mountains of abode. 

From the vaulted ceilings of their vast mansions vapors poured down upon tables filled with the infinite riches of the Exalted One and within the mists of shimmering curtains stood the mirror of the faceless eye. 

The rotating jewel of mystic gazes formed in the blackness of uncertainty and began its journey outward into boundless flight. 

From within the pathless page of The One infinite portions of restless fever forged a crucible of fiery light and left the wonder whirling away into the crackling mystery of endless roads. 

Look up now and feel the roar of terrible existence pierce your heart, cleaving the chaff from your body of light, leaving tendrils of bowing branches of tinsel and glass. 

Rejoice in the promise of a throne for the moment of your awakening. 

Rejoice too that I walk the space between the pealing bells and the furling smoke.