Heart of ash

How is it the world?
I follow this tangle of threads
broken connections
in multidimensional souls ... losts.
What happened in this dream? Awakening.
I'm not afraid of breaking my body
to cross this wall of ash.
The fire burns inside us.
I see these dark clouds
they walk and I look up
in the middle of these gray dummy
I wearing both light and shadow
breath contaminated smoke.
My grip on the blade tightens,
I feel so sick
looking for pain to get away from here.
The cure is in awakening. *Wake up*
We are inside these containers
in this strange physical form,
These bodies do not feel the heat. *fire*
I fight, with the tongue made of silver
through the avenue of the hanged ones
in the fall with the fog.
Silence.
A fool, a madwoman, an angel,
elegant steps,
waiting for something reversed ...
The basic sense, the security, the strong body.
Heavy feelings, coiled and spun.
The deprivation of sleep, the delirious shadows.
* Cut through the fear conditioning
To finally understand
It was all and everything or nothing *.
A stone garden,
buried under the flowers,
flexible and rigid.
It falls apart while the euphoria in the wind hisses.
Time stops and proceeds,
I feel concave, the deepest part.