Seeing beyond,
Where there is none,
Has, was, will be, all gone,
Words our thoughts abscond,
The mind, a world of its own,
Interpretations at best,
Abstractions the rest,
We are not alone,
All is one, a primal soup,
Wherein we swim eternally,
Atoms, electrons, can’t you see,
Split apart, and then regroup,
In constant motion, round and round,
Some attracted and stay close,
To others, that they chose,
And then forever, as one are found,
A mirror, not of glass,
In love, that twin reveal,
Your attraction steal,
A new atomic mass,
Sometimes at rest,
Or in the light,
It is always at your side,
That’s, where it feels the best,
Life and death, a change in time,
Like a pendulum it swings,
Dark and lightness brings,
Its dance, you can’t decline
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Georg
Walt
All is one, a primal soup
If only more acknowledged that, I think the world would be a better place.
Be always safe,
Karen