Nautilus (swimming through oblivion)

Oh dormant tranquillity
While floating through aquatic floods
Of substantive inner solitude
Thou swathest into a strange mantle
The archaic echoes of long withered dirges.

Submerging and returning to sight,
Mastering the tempestuous waters of the inside,
The rising sea of inmost turbulences…
Finally descending beneath the surface.

Oh dignified nautic voyage,
Genuine genesis of my navigation…
Thy flow engulfs the conciousness
To loose all fleeing encumbrances.

The soul’s explored gnosis looms
In admirable unfathomed depths.
Untold is the spiritual harvest
That beckons deep below.

What stirs the subtile waters of the soulsphere?

Rolling nightwaves foam
To cover the saddening aspects
To cloak the brilliant glances
To swallow existence itself.

Deeply sunken from grandiose heights of evidence
The schizogenic perspective crumbles…

Cocooned by the swirling vortex
The innerself finally becomes calm.
Such fragile elysium
Is the inner refuge.

Submerging and returning to sight,
Mastering the tempestuous waters of the inside,
The rising sea of inmost turbulences…
Finally descending beneath the surface.

Oh dignified nautic voyage,
Genuine genesis of my navigation…
Thy flow engulfs the conciousness
To loose all fleeing encumbrances.

Descending into the waters of tragedy,
Streams of longing shade the state of mind.

What lurks beyond oblivion’s floods?