Echoes of the Soul

As the unconscious becomes conscious light shines in the dark recesses of the soul.

In the midst of chaos, the loud masquerade,
A moment ago, silence came
The mirror shatters into pieces,
The performance closes to insincere applause.

I close my eyes, draw the curtains shut.
Emptiness arrives, wide as canyons.
I hear echoes held in every breath;
In the hollow space, light floods in.

I observe, I feel the memories unfold.
I see the desolate, forgotten places
Open fields and whispering winds,
The peace, the place of balance.

These barren places, my lost worlds,
Hold life in every breath, a resurrection.
A reconnection, an ancient death
The furnace burns, bringing forth new life.