Waves no waves.
Swells no swells.
Breakers no breakers
Form rendered from formless in blazing churn born of heavens grand spear.
Under heavens bridge eight worlds shine bright, and brighter.
A trail of phoenix feathers will lead there. Now, go there now!
Heavens great spear rends form from formless in blazing swirl.
Eight worlds born
where lightening wraps around beetle horns in mountains vast
where ancient fire refuses to incinerate a single leaf
where dragon fire burns without colour in azure rivers.
Feathers mark a holy fire trail. Follow them. Go now!
Playing with structure. Think I over wrote the second one. First one’s pretty nifty though.