TRANSCENDENCE

We can but dream of transcendence felt in the flight of a seabird over the ocean.

Anima Mundi

The soul of the world

The source of life

Plato describes this as

The animating principle

Of matter

Inferior to pure spirit

Your shoulder blades will ache for want of wings.

The darkened creature within

Memory

Softly claws

Combing earthy threads apart

Divine tap root

For torch of bone

Truth

Pale

and

Rigid

Folded

Inside

Precious boneshard purity

fragile and strong

symmetry

Internal yet weathered

A token of the whole