Harmonious tales of esoteric beliefs,
Uplift the celestial collective;
Magic dust is scattered akin to autumn leafs,
And mystical pursuits reshape the narrative.
Nebulous designs slowly step into limpidity,
Ianthine rays light our winding journey;
Telestic quests meld with earthly deeds,
Ylem is the source, veiled by human weeds.
Categories:
ylem, humanity, spiritual,
Form: Acrostic
In
Defense
Ecclesiastically
of
Love
only
given
Ylematically
Ylem is a theory from
a branch of cosmogony (creation of the world)
Ylem is considered the
primordial substance
from which all the elements
are supposed to have been derived
Categories:
ylem, meaningful, spiritual, word play,
Form: Acrostic
Maudlin and melancholy draped mother’s form.
Anxiety a constant companion, two girls she bore.
Xylem, the would-he part, came last, more pain
In birthing her only son; she fulfilled her part.
None could say she wasn’t a good wife for the wanderer.
Eternity holds her now, she’s gone, my mother dear.
Categories:
ylem, mother,
Form: Acrostic
Infinity,an ongoing paradox
there is no end,without a beginning,
no center without circumference,
primordial matter the ancient ylem
or...are we and the other orbs,just
ganglions in the almighty universal mind?
light charged signals of transmission
transient thoughts with a purpose,
...maybe a supernova isn't the end,
could be the spark of a new idea
radiant particles splashing
the fabric of space,like
an artist would on blank canvas...
Infinity...whispers to me,
as I gaze continuously,and says
"the depths of you,is as deep as I..."
and with a sigh...I wonder,
will I ever be able to touch such depths...
Categories:
ylem, introspection
Form: Free verse
Infinity,an ongoing paradox
there is no end,without a beginning,
no center without circumference,
primordial matter the ancient ylem
or...are we and the other orbs,just
ganglions in the almighty universal mind?
light charged signals of transmission
transient thoughts with a purpose,
...maybe a supernova isn't the end,
could be the spark of a new idea
radiant particles splashing
the fabric of space,like
an artist would on blank canvas...
Infinity...whispers to me,
as I gaze continuously,and says
"the depths of you,is as deep as I..."
and with a sigh...I wonder,
will I ever be able to touch such depths...
Categories:
ylem, introspection
Form: Free verse