Akasha

Droplets in living waters

stretching to eternity.

Opposite, the same, synchronous

intricately and intractably intertwined.

Each whole a portion of undivided entirety

winking in and out,

quickly, ineffably,

unable to keep fast a single moment.

Thoughts and deeds,

even while being  processed

and consummated,

have elapsed. Become past

back over there.

Frozen. Intact.

Forever.

No chance for amendment.

Once done, realised,

existence is

abutted by abiding or subsisting pangs -

either fused with aches of foolishness

or sealed with the grace of Sophia.

A wish.

To peruse the tapestry

and view threads of gold

in the parts I have caused to be.