Geometricity
Floating freely on the divine wind blowing from within
a cosmic jack in the box unleashed from it's human tin
my mind shed the constrictions of mortal flesh and skin
as a journey through consciousness did begin.
The morphing, textural layers of realities fabric
woven before me to make something magic
this life so simple, yet complicatingly tragic.
Geometricity hiding behind my eyes
always withinin view yet often out of reach or sight
my place amongst the glittering stars at night
is re-affirmed with a giggled childish delight.
The pyramid beckons from a far out dimension
whispering secrets that it should not mention
hinting and leading all kinds of direction
guiding my mind and it's trailing attention
such clarity of sight from this spiritual ascension.
As individual straw strands weave a single hay bale
the yin needs the yang like male and female
these countless incarnations of my souls glorious tale
a glimpse beneath the godly veil at kingley vale.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Copyright © John-Ovan.P. Hull | Year Posted 2012
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