Primordial Presence: Poetry

Thirsty for understanding,
my fear is nothing new;
I face mirrors 
of the shadowed lands inside,
sovereign eyes reviewing
the etchings of paths 
drawn in pain and laughter

And thus the pearl of wisdom forms
with the Primordial Presence
of an abyss mined from my own soul
that makes these eyes 
weep upon waking
at the miracle of Life 
I've painted with my own colors

And this I carry
within each moment,
as I watch the seconds 
span eternity 
in a single blink
that has all the mystery
of a universe.

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