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Blessings To/From The Most High
Enjoy some Symbols anon,
Feel the Radiance.
Catch that Vibe.
At its least, its just
a coffee table with relics, but
Somewhere along the line
It could be defined as a shrine
Or an altar designed to reflect the all permeating divine.
But if you're not into ritual,
let's call it "performance art"
to soothe the soul.
An Ever Evolving, Live Action, Collaborative Collage
Totems collected from the co-operative collective,
intuitively arranged, Re-Introducing Chaos to The* Greatest Cause.
With Little lit candlewicks singing: "Let There Be Light"
through Smoke and Mirror Special Effects
imitating the first words of G-d.
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what is the mundane?
more of the same,
the day to day?
Is this not all we have?
earth, rock, dirt and grass?
fire, water, streams of conscious energy?
the inward pull of gravity?
earth, rock, dirt and grass
allow the question to be asked
what is the mundane?
that gnawing in your veins.
iron, blood and oxygen
coalesce to reminisce on times when
all was just
star dust.
what is the miraculous?
if not more of the same
this day this day
children play in grass and dirt
spinning with the Earth,
some distance in an omniverse.
Distant far off galaxies,
delicate sweet gravity.
All of Us
Being
Miraculous.
Has not the Kingdome come?
Are not all things One?
Have we all grown so blind, deaf, and dumb?
The Ordered Chaos of it All
The sound a tree makes in a silent forest as it falls.
The wind beneath the eagle's wings,
The math behind the music when she softly sings.
An infinite vibration of quantum strings,
an old hymnal's sunday morning.
Is this not all a single lovely harmony?
Does Heaven not surround you?
mountain haze and morning dew.
sunrises in the rearview.
acquantaince and companionship
short springtime roadtrips.
How is
all of this
anything short of pure bliss?
so what of work, and hurt, and toil,
Are we more than wet, organized soil?
would you say there is a soul?
would you say you have control?
And what of precious time?
Where is yours, and when is mine?
How
is any of this allowed
to be so?
and what would it mean to truly know?
Can we really say
anything is mundane
when All of Us
Are
Miraculous?