Back When…
Might a being’s work
A life’s journey
Be no more than
A slow trek
To rediscover
The discovered
And
Might art
Whose palettes of experience
Rendering beauty often
From ill begotten chance
Be of ancient vibrations
Echoing wars
Pestilence
Love and birth
Into the ever twining strings of yesterday’s today
Weaving the course for finding the next two or three
Great and simple creations
In whose presence
Creation’s heart first opened
Back when…
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enjoyed the read
now there's a thought dear to my heart
i offer no (attempted) proof - why should anyone? -
but i have a strange sense of connection..we
are after all one vibration
i like where this takes me, Odin
john
Ron
To those of the world who give the impression that they can actually "think," it is impossible, as they age, grow, and understand, discover and out and out gleam knowledge from whatever source, do indeed create themselves unto their own image.