Black is the color of creation.
The void is beginning.
Emptiness must be filled.
You can’t have something without nothing.
And how does that apply to imaginary beings?
Must there also be a counterpart that’s real?
Must every question have an answer and every answer a question?
Catch the words–
in context they become magic.
Recreate the patterns that create potential,
the map to being born.
A cloud is like breathing.
Breathing is like catching.
Catching is like stopping time.
Stopping time is like an earthquake.
An earthquake is like a heart beating fast.
A heart beating fast is like drumming.
Drumming is like dancing.
Dancing is like a bird.
A bird is like flowers.
Flowers are like a rainbow.
A rainbow is like a song.
A song is like the universe.
The universe is like a wheel.
The void is pregnant.
The journey is alive.
Do we get broken so we can be fixed?
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.
I did promise the birdlings would return…