Olam Vol. 4: Being/Becoming

Through my doorway crawls a shadow, a fragment of a being moving silently between realms.

I see it, though it does not see me, and I must wonder— Why has this figure chosen to reveal itself to me?

The ego cries out— Mysterious being, why have you chosen me?

The shadow does not regard my rumination; perhaps the ego clouds my vision.

You are not the right one— a dark whisper in the night, disemboweling me upon its utterance.

As easily as the shadow entered, the shadow departs.

I am frozen in place, frozen in time, watching it disappear into the abyss which has eaten up my hallway.

I am empty, cold, alone in myself.

Perhaps the shadow took what it wanted.

Time marches on— dignified.

The universe creates seemingly at random— ambivalent.

I hold an entire universe inside me; only I create at will.

I feel the earth shake between my legs, and the storm brewing inside my mind reminds me— I am my own god.

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SOMEONE ANYONE

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