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Immanent Yet Transcendent
Written: September 21, 2023
Immanent yet transcendent Contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
God is both fully transcendent and utterly immanent – extensively beyond us but genuinely with us. By Poet.
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In a realm where lucid dreams spring alive.
Where the whispers to the cosmos derive
There lingers a dance—divine and bright.
Of immanent and transcendent eternal flight.
One's essence is intrinsic, or immanent.
It starts with every breath—cease is imminent.
No vitality can be razed, hence being infinite.
Every grass blade or hazard tear is then intimate.
Transcendent, preposterous afar and wide,
Beyond the circumscription of earthly stride,
Soaring through the cosmos, stars in its wake,
A cosmic symphony, a celestial shake
In this sempiternal dance, they entwine,
Immanent and transcendent, a union divine,
Akin to yin and yang, they equipoise and sway.
Prevailing us on our journey, day after day.
A soft breeze carries the imminent susurration of life.
We're fiddling with our souls and frisking our strife.
children's squealing in an accomplice's embrace.
Immanent imbues us with beauty, love, and grace.
Transcendent calls in the depths of a scarlet sky,
Heaving us hovering to the heavens up high,
In the grandeur of nature, in a sunrise hue,
Transcendent shows us there's plenteous anew.
Immanent and transcendent, a cosmic pair,
In the prance of life, are everlastingly there,
In the depths of our animus, they reside.
Wielding us in a woebegone, wondrous ride
Immanent, the divine within our reach,
Transcendent, the infinite beyond our speech,
Together, they weave the tapestry of existence.
In their dance, we find purpose and significance.
immanent and transcendent, a harmonious blend,
In each moment of their presence, we apprehend,
They remind us that we are a crux of kernel grand.
A universal symphony, a seraphic chaste band
So prance with immanent and transcendent,
Embrace the blithe and beguilement; be besant.
On the wisdom they offer, the love they bestow,
In their gyre and gambol, our souls shall grow.
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