Ruach Hakodesh

Bones Scatter in shards. Rain breaks the silence of my meditation. View sweeping reform of tactical emergencies. Yoke the ground to your senses. Mind the raging war inside our so called zones of peace. Oceans full of eyes all watchful above us, each never blinking. Code the surface of my spirit so to attempt and copy my essence. Belong to no laws or orders but be open to harness chaos at any given moment. pierce the grave and rob it of its final say. I sought haven in places beyond knowing. Wisdom to escape convention and embrace the wind alone who gives hope.