Theia

The ancient mind is ever knowing,

Moving toward rebirth.

Like a river gently flowing,

Cutting through the earth.

I know my time, it is fleeting.

This energy,

Like the tide, is retreating

Out to sea.

But still my mind, purely essence,

Swims the skies above.

I’m not yet wise or learned my lessons,

Though I’m filled with love.

All these years of seeking answers

Leave me thirsty still.

Falling in and out of trances

That renew my will.

And, while the planets keep on spinning,

We suffer so.

So removed from our beginnings

We’ve ceased to grow.

Now close your eyes and see the beauty

You’ve locked inside.

Always shining and enduring,

It will never die.