Aurora's zephyr begets pearl luminescence Upon jewelweed blossoms kissed by Reaper's lips — Stygian-mantled pistils and withered stamens. Womb-tomb, dual sides of golden coin, Charon's price, I row to distant hilly shores, embraced by Death, Bridegroom to Maiden, Mother, and Crone, espousal Of full experience gifting a perspective: I can't embody life sans absolute rapture.
Journal Prompts: Have you ever experienced living and dying in the same moment? What did you learn about self and the sacred in this liminal space?
Breathtaking and so evocative!
Nice!