Dream.

I stood

Before the lip of the crevice

Ink drops bubbling and dissipating into the black below

obsidian glazed stone beneath my feet

the ever present heartbeat coming from the black froth.

A cup of coffee

For me to hold and place to my lips

To taste life as it unfolds

And as it dissolves

To see the light within the dark

And the dark within the light

An impeccable medium for all to experience.

What is in there? You ask the sky.

But it is you and all you’ll ever be.