Something stirring
A cautious hover
Over a breaking smile
gratitude spills
tumbling over the reverently held ether
life lives here, moistened with
Blood, sweat, Tears and rain
Every fall a rise
Like the breath of providence
A dip left
A twist right
the rhythm of life inspires dance,
Poetry, art, music and song
Like air slipping over chords
Sacred Verbage
Vibration
Your hands are never empty
There is no void,
There is only the appearance of nothing
Which by the mere thought is even something
So grab on tight!
Even when it seems there is no thing
it really is something, isn't it?
Oh what we see, be and do when nothing is impossible!
From the coals of sacred texts, brought fouth from ancient whispers of a circle of unbroken time, dipping and acendinding its change state, as the one constant in unending continuity. Therein lies a simple truth, corrupted with gentle persuasion.
The state of being, the being of state and status of beings.
There are three main laws for us to purview and avail here and now, or in past and future possibility. There is one rule that seperates, yet, reconsiles and is master of all truth; ugly or beautiful it renders life in death, death into life and life into death.
to live evil live to - live.d.evil
to Evo L ovE to
The cycle that never alters its identity making Its mood known in all forms and states; the All as in the We collective; and as the I; AGAPI, the known mystery of presiding over both and the first of the third.
Go.d and evil.
Live with the hidden truth in plain sight. Felt with intense realness, hidden in semantics of languages long lost and forgotten, but none is needed to unless seeking to corrupt the incorruptible what is known and fails in explanation.
For this very reason, the logic of AGAPI (love) in all its moods, colours, ugliness and beauty fail to be described. And still, the poets' pride tries in vain to capture the whole. Ever so often though, glimpses resonate and we can see a temporal portal with the promise of the indescribable known.
Blessingss