Pensive under a midnight vault:
What artist could conceive such infinite beauty?
I'm awestruck within nature's cathedral.
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As high as heav’n, from whence Christ came,
to bear for us a cross of shame.
A love so high, it strains the mind
for it exceeds the earthly kind.
God’s love moved Christ to come to earth
and experience a human birth.
A love so deep, it makes us weep,
when we wake up, from our soul sleep.
God’s love for us, it is so long
It suffers long, remaining strong.
Why does such hate of God exist?
who did much good while in our midst.
God’s love is wide, embracing all
His sinful creatures of the fall.
His grieving heart, like Rachel’s bawl,
Relent from hate, and heed His call.
One day I'm in the Post Office the sales lady comments "your hands are rather large"
So I respond for my height I also have big feet
Ooh !! She replies we'd better not go there
You really should try to be much more discreet
I really am quite puzzled
If there's some misdemeanour I'm sure that I am innocent
I describe the conversation to my dear beloved wife, she is much more up to date than me
and thus she tells what the postal mistress meant
It refers specifically to the dimension of your manhood
Hell! Now I'm feeling rather silly
You mean it's all to do with dimensions of my willy ???
Wee Willy Wink ran starkers through the town
Upstairs and downstairs he forgot to wear his night gown
MOMENTOUS DIMENSIONS-:-
idealistic
concentrated
conclusions
symbolized
sensibility
in a VISUAL CULTURE
essential
generic
culture
sympathetically
treated
in EXPLORATION OF THE IRRATIONAL
metaphysically
experienced
memories
bizarrely
expressed
CONTEMPLATIVE DIMENSIONS-:-
conceived
inscribed
transformed
implicit
scrutinised
AHEAD OF TIME
perpetual
sequenced
impressions
intuitively
transcending
in a DECORATIVE SYMMETRY
ideas
initiated
differentiated
supplement
inspiration
Dimensions we can see,
Two-D, three-D imagery.
Dimensions we can feel.
Is love a line, or space, or real?
Slow movements in our minds,
Seeing spaces light can’t find.
Like dreams that feel so true,
Why can’t we live in space where we are free too?
Where light and music calm our souls,
Where silent darkness lets the mind grow whole.
To feel what it’s like to simply be,
A journey through our history.
Flavours, smells, and sights of where we’ve been,
Though no memory can be found or seen.
Yet in the heart we know the truth:
The space we fill remains as proof.
When flesh and bone return to dust,
Something remains of us—
Something we set free
To live in space eternally.
Some folks think of themselves as humans searching for a spiritual awakening when the fact is that you are a spiritual being, attempting to cope with a human awakening.
Seeing oneself from a perspective of the spirit within will help you remember why and what you came here to begin creating.
In a higher dimension, there exists no time, nor darkness, nothing is physical or corporeal, and those that reside there are entities of light.
In reality, there is no time but only a construct of human measurement, known as clocks separating day from night.
Realms of higher frequency, greater sensitivity, and a density of colors unseen by humans are all around us.
Understanding that you are much more than you see in the mirror is the beginning of self-trust.
Drowning in this abyss,
I lay down flat after a long thrive.
I sink down deep, I strangely feel alive,
Always into taking those chances,
I admit I was a bit naïve.
The pain numbs all the high,
it numbs all the excite.
It’s intoxicating how alluring this game is,
I slip through the depths more,
Echoes of beeps going dryer;
As it messes with my wires,
My heart is at peace finally, Oh! this ambushed fire.
I feel serene,
I bet this was the only way out of the scene.
I did not run, I escaped
I have no regrets, after all I saw were facades.
The abyss is calm, unlike the tempest of my senses
If these orbs were to grant me a boon,
I’ll wish for conscious’ pulse to stop functioning soon.
Let me drift into nothingness,
I am not demoralized,
After all I always thought of life substantiality as useless.
Without being materialized,
I prefer to just exist 'dimensionless'.
Ascension’s intentions shun descension
Extension’s prehension ~
Boldest dimensions of invention
Now
The landscape stretches
Her range out beyond sight
While notably
Visible along the horizon
to the left and right,
She moves on away
Dancing
Into the traveling dimensions
of time
Toward realms
Where language has yet to be
Any more than merely humming —
And
Any signals, any gestures of need
Proceed from essence — unleashed —
Feelings
Fleeing being bound…
To attach
To Sounds’ quivering frequencies
Streaming along their escape routes
— always forward, outward
Prime to crisscross the heavens…
Passing over fears’ attempts to reign…
Now, arrows fly fleetly
Following
The dancing landscape
Toward some unknown end points
Where Love outlasts all.
——————————————————-
(* 1 Cor. 13: 8- 12)
Some may see it as simple fancy,
Yet my view is more complex.
Where its force is multi-dimensional,
Reaching well beyond basic sex.
It's very nature is purely elemental,
Just like electro-magnetic and nuclear as well.
Such that gravity follows along with purpose,
Giving weight to power every cell.
While a few may cling to its chemistry,
Thinking that's all it takes to combine.
Others will dwell on its electricity
Believing a spark is all that's needed,
or some wine.
As much as we try to define the character,
When looking at spatial locations that exist.
We might see length, width, and height involved,
With intensity, duration, & elevation to insist.
Whether eternal or infinite in its ultimate pursuit,
It matters to all that contain a beating heart.
Because without it resides a lonely, dark space,
Where nobody wants to be to depart.
Grows the night when breaths lay
quietly
On obscure spaces fluid as the wind,
Where clouds of rest become a
hammock ,
Lulling frayed nerves with incense
As blend of matter and being cleaves-
For beyond dimensions...grows the
the night.
Baseless appetites rage fueling empty desires
Locks for this earthly cage are all rooted & lower inspired
There's no match for the fire that spreads like legs & rain
Moths to flame don't have a chance in the Devil's domain
Carnal emotions invokes the beast with claws & horns
This was attached by design from the day you were born
Strip off the mask designed to reign behind veils & scenes
Veils slowly being lifted, evaporating like rain & dreams
Dreams are themes of other scripts more adjacent than thought
Side by side the other side is closer than thoughts
Invisible chains bind the mind to lower dimensions
Shapes of reality are just pieces of other extensions
We're all bound by earthly matters like atoms and glue
Your infinite screen is a lot bigger than your vision of you
You're the adhesive that sticks & stones can never destroy
This matter was built by the living word forever employed
sometimes
misconstrued
in a fluorescent grove
where malachite petals
marry emerald blades
verbose biting chews
too close to the cheek
among a confetti of bees
amid undulating bumps
of raw superfluous air
interdimensional entities
of spectral occurrence
wave with graphic-less suave
to gurgles, to coos, to hehs
seek noodle communication
to a bouncing mistaken few
using the eyebrow medium
of coincidence
a babbling infrasonic tool
of curious happening
sometimes
misunderstood
exhume, with heed
supressed benevolence
they fly shapelessly
in quartered skies
aloof in mocking flight
frilly, frothy entities
divebombing ghettos
exacting urban sprawl
chance upon neonates
and families out picnicking
feeding babies whose
knowing smiles to air
see, or do they?
– beware
Aeriforms
in spheres
shall I know thee
your flesh entwined
with mine
for the circles,
meadows in each,
and bodies,
ours… dream
you have beauty
I have some
yet in others
spheres dull
for the eons,
embraced in arms,
and bodies,
ours… all
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