A waterfall into the ground,
under the sea,
at the same time,
a deep dark night sky,
a bright light on the horizon,
in the depth.
Swallows me whole,
down I go,
into a fire,
which propels me up again.
Fire and water as one,
the fire not evaporating the water,
the water not extinguishing the fire.
They are one and the same,
one going down,
one going up,
and in between; life.
In all colours and beyond,
in all shapes and beyond,
neither linear,
nor non-linear,
outside of time.
What happens, already occurred,
and will only come to be.
©steve sniukas