aim of the game
life as impulsed in the ethereal domain
now plays out for us in linear time
to maintain element of surprise
our memory stands erased
instinct, discernment and finally silence
represent octaves of awareness
the ladder marking ascent
of our astonished soul
yet awareness bereft of love is barren
so we slow down pulse of silence
and set up soul’s intent wave
to merge in heart of God
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