Consciousness itself seems at stake here, how thoughts interplay, vanish, or expand wide across the surface of all possible thoughts. There is the attempt to see, the seeing in itself, and then all the things which remain unseen, which are longed for. How individual thoughts can only scratch the surface of that 'mist of life ... fold unknown, suffused with amberous light."

Really powerful and - dare I say, thoughtful - stuff :) I've said it before but the ethereal presence you bring in your poems is just incredible, and not something I've ever had the pleasure of reading elsewhere.