The Edge
The Edge Standing at the edge of the abyss and the soul as you are immersed into the depths of your being: as known or unknown to the mortal world below. Feeling the grief of what is gone, yet still present and unreachable now, wondering will I fly or fall or do I even know how. Blackened to view what may be past, present, future – knowing all is standing along at the edge. Senses still strong remain as the eyes and sounds known now. What are you feeling – only energy telling the tale, where once all seemed evident now only your observation prevails. On the edge of an end or beginning again, the death which only recreates and anew begins: standing at the edge of where, how and when. Where is the voice? Where are the hymns that carried you through to the edge once again? Are you alone or are you within, all standing centered at the edge of pretend. Life is behind you, no wait – it is yet to begin as you step off the edge to fly and ascent. Eyes no longer carry the vision of prete...