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I'm listening to soft music through earplugs,
the strong stimuli of relaxation enter lungs... 
they stifle the external sounds 
and deepen my consciousness.

The invariant analogy
between time and clock has a steady
rhythm and ticks enough to frighten 
thoughts of a serene mood arising
from secluded meditation
that replaces a normal day of brooding.

Alluring is the idea of obtaining
what is found through searching;
this journey taken with doubtful eyes
may lead all beyond immense stars...
is it possible to mention a few
to the star-gazer who never knew?

Our Creator predestined us
with a certain fate on the instant we were born;
some were endowed with gifts
that would drastically change the wrong notion
of conceavable and blessed things
by walking in His ways always.

Why should we rebel against Him and incur
His displeasure trying to modify it, consulting diviners
with superhuman powers? Nobody can read God's mind
and exploit it to their advantage; neither can Lucifer
with his cleverness, and in doing so we are surely bound
for unhappiness, misfortunes and calamities! 

Fortune-tellers are aware of everyone's prerogative
and foresee all events either positive or negative:
they want us to think that we can be more powerful
that He is in reversing destiny when odds are impossible.

Nothing distracts me from meditating
in the stillness of the ablaze evening
making the fiery-red clouds drift with adventure;    
they lift me me to subliminess of the stratosphere.

I am very pleased that the invariant
anology remains truthfully intact,
but it warns others that's not 
too wise to let their vague and vast
curiousity tamper with Nature
and universe and constantly interfere
with the Laws that were set in motion  
with great precision since creation.
  


Written on 7/ 20/ 2017

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