Syzygy
Wandering through a fog
Cloaked in an icy cold
A becoming, forever onwards
Reaching out to the depths
Confrontation = individuation
There goes the darkest of knights
Riding through, the cold black night
“Mahabharata! Mahabharata!
Mahabharata” -he cries out
A lunar wetness settles on his soul
Bitterness in wisdom -a saline solution
“Mahabharata! Mahabharata!
Mahabharata” -he cries out
A translucent vessel
Filled with water, thick
Diving into, forever downwards
Spiralling around the ego-self axis
Confrontation = individuation
He steps into the pool of Bethesda
As soon as he sees the waters move
“Mahabharata! Mahabharata!
Mahabharata” -he cries out
Nigredo blackness of a lunar eclipse
Albedo brightness is blinding his eyes
“Mahabharata! Mahabharata!
Mahabharata” -he cries out
A shadow figure turns around
His look sizing him up and down
A deep look into his eyes
“Mahabharata!” -he cries out
A collapse of the Real and Imagined
Necessary to keep on becoming
Forever onwards, towards the Self
“Mahabharata!” -he cries out
-NT 2016
