(by jann castor, 1st of july, 2007)

I am a house, not a temple.
As I look inside, I see nothing, but space
I do not need furniture
but space only.

Turning to light reveals shadow
and that is where I am:

In between.

I will die, so will the Sun,
but death is only an image of ourselves dying.

Does Sun has an image of itself?
Is there a single other star that is emerged in glory?

I am one
with the dust that surrounds me.

maybe I am a separate entity
without having to look in the mirror
to see who is, and who is not.

copyright Jann Castor WGA,2007