Symbols of Infinity

The curl of the letters- formed from nearly what I could make out as the abstractions sometimes strain the heart and mind, woven to and fro with sharp edges fraught throughout the script, or is that scripture? All of these sounds uttered only silently in my mind The phonemes (perpetually distinct units of sound) ringing home, called me once or thrice prior but no one was home. The curving lines of each grapheme caught me up to study up close only the bark of the tree in the forest, Where ones eyes can meet each distinctive swirls, curves and angles longingly looking for the power in the words, the tetragrammation was lost some where in those woods, I know the Kaballists still dwells somewhere out there in the desert, hopeless and alone gripping parchment, tears streaming down his face I wonder at the wonder of it all. But what is substance… here man we believe cradled cozy in his atoms, and faith of material, FAITH IN MATERIAL at least we can know one mote of Truth… That is love, it transcends these conundrums, man can own it disown it, and pant for it when he forfeits it Love of humanity Love of man, Love of brother, Love of one another, is what we can hold on to grip tightly or let the palm loosely caress it the love of Nature, the love of mother, the love of brother, man is Love—Eros Agape its all we have. Death can grin and grin to my chagrin, he does not race, he makes no haste He always has Pow’r and time Your physical being transmutates, to restore atoms to matter--- To Love mankind should be our plight-- Love is truly born again, and again, it is infinite. It is infinity.