Twelve Fold Chain - The Books

Beginning as it all begins

It forsook the source of things

And that which flowed over

That which stayed

And made the choice to form a standing wave

It leaned out against the in

Unfolding in a place call its own

And it gently draped six senses over

This house of cards that it built

And opened ground the roots of touch

And let them in

Incredible sensations

It was the insatiable feeling

Of a feeling of insatiable desire

And all that it could do was hold tight

To that that it was not

It told itself it needed names

And in so doing it became

This is the birth

That everyone is always talking about

The one assumed but not remembered

But death does not forget

The end will remind it to cure it of itself