One such as you,
with eyes reflecting all the world,
you see Beauty in another,
because from Beauty we are come,
in each and everyone!
… a Divine sound
you are Beauty,
and if you make me feel more precious
than my mind would allow me to accept,
then so be it;
our Hearts are covered
with all the disperate pains
and deviations from the Spirit of our longing.
And so we judge ourselves,
and cry for redemption
from old wounds given and received.
Yet, these onion pain body skins
are the Mareshka dolls
and only we can twist them open
to see they are illusion too.
… a Divine sound
Your writing shows your wild Spirit
and your trembling Human fragility,
for we are each made of dark and light,
the wings of our longing are this.
Oh, yes, we can never tarry too long,
'nor are we complete without that song,
moving in every cell and every thought,
our hearts a rapture of Love,
by which we rise, by which we rise …
by which we are pulled above,
by these Yin/Yang wings,
made of Love…
…a Divine sound
'O, what a lovely light!',
that from this moment to next,
has also gone before,
traversing time as if it space,
and alternities galore;
this is your pen, and our inspiration,
the breathe you give each letter,
the Soul in our machines!
... the streams of electrons spinning,
cascading to our eye,
information lovingly embraced,
leaving a memory and a sigh,
and the wonder in our why ...
… a Divine sound
Remember me for a brief moment,
as adoring and a Lover of your wonders,
I know you are shifting your world,
change agent that you are;
a Star comes to shine from what you've written,
and that you have touched my Heart,
and so much more, and so much more!
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