Val goes to the temple

of vain glory and saw his own reflections displayed with smokes and mirrors, chasing cloud, shadow for the surface level was easily seen, the skin intact while the heart and mind had taken various forms and it is buried deep down, like heaven and hell metaphysical planes untouched, words become cheap when an encounter with spirits becomes more than shadows and light. of glory made by men, hollow and keen for gold is behind such big waves bit by bit, reality is shifted rationalization, a play of words, narrations becomes truth. did truth ever change? now the spirits dismiss the mist, each light and shadow vanish from traces of memories wanting to retain what it sees as real. questioned. contested by many stars of what goes on in the night and the child is now all grown up, yearning for childhood again because the surface layers do not quell this hunger, to know, to feel, to feed. just these smokes and mirros, sometimes the musing goes on for just a little too long, then the mind awakens. the heart opens a door and another reality is seen