Wormholes into Selves

As I walk through meanings and symbols I see how all changes and how all returns to same points...like paths of a labyrinth...
 Constant wormholes into old , new and unknow selves....
I have shouted for revolution, sang songs of New World and now there is just silence and presence...
 I mourn Old Self and patiently wait to be born again....
Again and again.....


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A wormhole is a hypothetical topological feature that would fundamentally be a shortcut connecting two separate points in spacetime. A wormhole may connect extremely long distances such as a billion light years or more, short distances such as a few feet, different universes, and different points in time. A wormhole is much like a tunnel with two ends, each at separate points in spacetime.

Rebirth of Forgotten Dreams

Melting in time and space
Flashing into an ice cave.

I see myself naked in an ice cave.
That is where I am born anew into forgotten dreams.

That's where I realize that I was myself a frozen lake and now my Being transformed into a cave where I am born anew.

All Forgotten Dreams hibernated into Frozen Seeds.

Now I am alive again
Now I am ready to awake and sustain my dreams.

I woke up  the Fire inside to melt the Ice and water the Seeds.
I sense there is a fertile soil for them.....

I am reborn in the Ice Cave

Made of Water of my own Self.

Garden of Nectar

Melting into an Ocean of Sun

Whirling particles of warmth

Letting all cells to dance

I drink from an endless source....

Man of a Rock

The time when body of the Sun moved toward undeground corridors.

That's when the Man of a Rock took me to one of them....making an entrance clear...and wide..
Journey went through different worlds.
We bathed in an ancient sea that vapourised into quarzites....
We danced among plants and fruits grown on memory of ancient ways.
I hurt my hands on sharp edges of corridor.
Seeing many planes of the moment.
I met my own darkest parts and saw curses that cut me away from life.

Almost blinded by human stories I saw there, I didn't stop walking....

A crippled man and his dogs appeared. He was an ally. He supported me on the way.
In the end he gave me hawk's feather - to keep sharp sight.

With time Man of the Rock fell into pieces, became soft as a cake and gave himself as a sacrifice to false priestesses and priests....

In the end he was just a fool.

Yet I continued a journey.

Blessed are fools.....they take us to borders and remind of sobriety.