Odes Within

(Grandfather Clock strikes an echoing 12) Smelling the wooden clock's varnish enthralls me: Wondering,contemplating, all thinking. Conscious of sentients, Aware of being and entity, Ideas in considering, The preservation of self is by means of A celestial cloth wrapped within, Comforting a new Milky Way in the making. A sparkling skin of human gems and charms Gleaming, now, a light blue, Shimmering, still, a gentle red, Reflecting, always, the pure colours of the rainbow. All of these now thrown into each other As your mind bends space-time, Maulding a wild flurry of light within a dark well From which your spirit drinks everyday... Spiraling arts of twinkling thoughts fill Our minds every day with a crackling energy Surging with an ultra violet radiation. You take yourself as one would take grasp of chaos from A void filled with contorted purple red fiction,Hell. (Thunder & lighting run across an early overcasted morning mirth) Life shows us it's colours of ultimate Trade Everyday, platonic days seem the same, but looking Closer into nature and yourself, reveals, Joseph's Technicolor Dreamcoat just as the story... Alas, I am blinded by this awakening Causing me to see... I bid you to hear my plead, brothers in mind. I have seen this visit of inpenitrible understanding before, Coming from our mere mindly hands of metaphor to hands Of challenging physics. ... .. . But within, down, deeper, inside... Understandings of self follows infinitely. It is seen that the world shines not from others. With diamonds linking earth and sky We stand as the sun rises over the blue morning horizon. Dew drops over this field filled with human comprehension Rises to acknowledgement through sight,smell,touch... These spherical droplets, reflecting a brightness so vivid, A silver aura of nucleur fusion so unmistakable, It seems like the incarnation of human perception... (All shimmers quietly, the day becomes...) Either integrity or instinct informs me that there is no Mathematical delta of self as we all rise to the zenneth To fall to the horizon,like oceanic waves do... Our thoughts and choices are based upon Interlinking happenings of the past beyond our command, Thus forever continuing in a natural logarithmic inverse, Uneditable,unwavering. As Echoing chains of reaction in this gleaming Ocean we call our universe, We shine forever...

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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