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Man's Spirit Organ

Eyes cannot see air—
yet, it is a breathing reality; 
known by effect, long before
the science.

A molecule...an atom…
“Thought!”--a precipice for science;

a cliff when stepped off--

their methods excluding
electrons with feelings,
motion(before apparent
particles and waves)...

unwilling to contemplate
existence of a soul
as man’s Spirit-organ.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Marcum Wong Avatar
February 9, 2018 at 3:38 AM
This is deep and beautifully expressed Joe. We are so much more than our physical bodies. I believe one day, like our DNA, we will be able to have knowledge of how our soul relates scientifically. ; )
DiMino Avatar
February 9, 2018 at 9:50 AM
Infinite dimensions. Thank you, Connie; have a beautiful day!
Evans Avatar
February 8, 2018 at 1:37 PM
Nice! Really like "unwilling to contemplate existence of a soul". Very aesthetic.
DiMino Avatar
February 8, 2018 at 6:51 PM
Thank you, Richard. Have a beautiful day my friend.
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