To sit in a cave
and hear sound begot of sound
The gorgeous echo.
A caterpillar
Bursts out of its chrysalis
Now a butterfly.
I am a moonpointer
I am a holder of flowers
Not the messiah but a harbinger of messiahs residing inside of yourselves.
The Olaf Messenger • March 1, 2018 • https://olafmessenger.com/22178/variety/little-mystic-poem-by-iain-carlos-20/
To sit in a cave
and hear sound begot of sound
The gorgeous echo.
A caterpillar
Bursts out of its chrysalis
Now a butterfly.
I am a moonpointer
I am a holder of flowers
Not the messiah but a harbinger of messiahs residing inside of yourselves.