Note to self: In observation where there seems to be nothing there, there is
always air. Even without matter there is something for instance light waves.
The spirit of the Divine in me seeks the Ataraxian mode of living
Although I long for air in my lungs I keep bumping into tables and chairs,
like an old ghost who has forgotten the use of her legs and arms.
The elemental carbon of my living structure is no more matter than
the air I breathe. Through diffusive meditative qualm, I can almost
touch its ether, "my being"
He poured his Numen Spirit long ago inside my stillborn body
where once I was clear sky, today just brain on forceps.
Its when I place my breath in the womb of God that my skeptic nature, ?
to be continued ?
By ?
We’re the electromagnetic spectrum;
Particles, waves, almost eight billion strong.
To coherent frequencies some belong,
some divided by color through prism.
Varying energies from low to high,
narrowly diffracted photons scatter.
Lacking mass, believing we don’t matter,
Invisible to the unaided eye.
Synchronized, polarized, amplified beams,
collimated waves propagating dreams,
refracted rays bend to reflected streams
We may choose to oscillate to and fro
by joining a wave in communal flow,
or as single sparks in diffusive glow
Delight in heart
Our eyes are in sight
Despite any height
There is no rules to abide
Just us by each others side
Laughter we seek
in the oblique
Let yourself leak
As
From the heart we click.
Speech like music
and music like silenced words.
So elusive...
Diffusive.
With all the chords
Flows in ears,
Outpours in soul as it cheers,
"Blush on cheeks
Slowly Blinks ...
Leans in
for a kiss,
Soft bliss
and encountered a wordless miss"
In the glimpse
Sweet freeze
Love Rinse
To the grey hair
We won't despair.
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Thy voice is on the rolling air;
I hear thee where the waters run;
Thou stand out in the rising sun,
And in the setting thou art fair
What art thou then ? I cannot guess;
But though I seem in star and flower
To feel thee some diffusive power,
I do not therefore love thee less;
My love involves the love before;
My love is vast in passion now
Through mixed with God and nature thou,
I seem to love thee more and more
Far off thou art, but ever nigh;
I have thee still, and I rejoice;
I prosper, circled with thy voice;
I shall not lose thee although I die
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