Ill Wind of -. 2
Ill Wind of …. 2
Powerful beings we are
A marvellous construction of senses
And intricacies
From the detail of touch
To atomic building blocks
With which to deliberate
Theorise
Awareness
A billion synaptic passages
Along nerve ends which equate
Every nuance existent
That traverses a teacup to a mouth
And how we create !
In Van Gogh colours
And musical diverse overtures
How we dream
In perception and the inspiration
And bring form
To what we conceive
Ah ! And how we love !
In the very arms of creation
This birth of ours
And at one time we new
And beheld the awe of life
Indivisible
From the hand of the Universal
Connected to
Content of
The miracles proclamation
Of life
………………………………………………….. how then have we become
so belittled
to no longer see
a state of perfection
ill wind indeed
to say we are “fallen”
from the trees and fruits of Eden
how far now have we been led astray
to think
that each and everyone one of us
unworthy of heaven
what despicable lie
of gold stained shrouds
led us to cast aside the truth
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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