Realm of discernment

A spiritual sequel to an ocean beneath a painted sky

An endless mirror scape I find.
An echo across my time.
A name I cannot place.
A place I cannot name.
A journey of self.
A war fought solitarily.
An infinity in each mind that walks the scape.
And a clouded eternity waiting for those who refuse.
The final reward of absolute terror.
The alien that is the self.
The truth that shines in that mirror floor.
That endless, nothing.
That infinitesimal infinite.
That endless eternal, shining void left when the paint washes away.
When the seafloor and the sky meet.
When the lies are left bare to the sun.
When the journey of self is done, only the mirror, the sun, and the sky remain.
Free.
Open.
Aware.
Seen.
Vulnerable.
Not to others, but to one's self.
Unified, and free of obscuring, smothering, loving painted lies.