she is drunk on gold
each leaf a sun-drenched ocean
swallowed by the moon
released into earth
she rests and dreams of nothing
but fresh robes of green
‘Long live the dead because we live in them.’
― Clarice Lispector – A Breath of Life
‘Everything changing is but a symbol.’ J. W. von Goethe
‘All form is a relic of eternal potential.’ Fazal Inayat-Khan
Course of Mirrors 