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The Absent Spark of Miracles

By a mysterious twinkle in an all perceiving eye A form energetic gentle breathing The grand consummation of design Ignited by universal dreaming Enchanted stars into their life giving The dance conceptual The ballet between Principals masculine and feminine These consorts of the living Entwined into harmony To write themselves on creations symphony Express the form of universal diversity A sun rising over mountains earth Forest beneath a conclave of animals The still waters first expectant rush Sounds the cosmos fulcrum of birth There formed the human footprint of infinite sand Perceptions eternal touch The spell of ages awakened And one born into many physical forms One into many And as a thread now dangles loose Disconnected from purpose of cause Wanders a sea tumultuous No belief in compass direction lost Clamoring rudderless the thousand names of God Pleading a million prayers to suffering must A walk to the end of identity This now scattered life of dust Still searching the obvious for the sacred Concocting explanations of conscious Nit picking the tassels of paradises expected faults The miracles of nothing more than dirt So fallen to nightmare century The enemy human devours humanity And by oath swears itself Be born of unknown divinity In thousands generation of quintessence spark A futures riddle plays diffident mark But to confound the constant And miss the perfect impulse of life The willing blindness brings to darkness All the blessings of light Impetuous resolution of a fickle noose To its own slavery has brought us From spirits truth distracted By bubble gum boredom infected And to the cohorts of fear Became so entrusted What but death scares the child Who alone in innocence could revive These dull collective eyes To the promised garden of eternal love Enchanted stars kissed into their life giving The dance between conceptual The ballet of a circle Feminine and masculine principals Purpose and cause perfect the impulse of life To be absent the miraculous Such would be a true cause for concern One born into multitudinous of form

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