Epiphanic Diaries2025-07-22
Solitude’s Angel Up Ahead
In response to “Soul Field, Self Particle”
What appears real is just as soon a memory. What is memory blurs with dream and becomes unreliable. What is left is the yearn for repose — the need for nothingness.
Maligned by consciousnesses clinging to the whirlwind. Pined by souls tired of ceaseless demands.
Waking life gives way to dreaming life, gives way to deep rest nothingness. Oh sweet slumber, let me be free of myself!
Solitude’s Angel Up Ahead.