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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
stardust.
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 a universe.
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.
Is this not all a single lovely harmony?
An infinite vibration of quantum strings,
old hymnal's on a sunday morning.
Does Heaven not surround you?
mountain haze and morning dew.
sunrises in the rearview.
acquaintance and companionship
short springtime road trips.
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 does it mean to truly know?
What is the mundane
when All of Us
Are
Miraculous?
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Blessings To/From The Most High!
May Peace, Strength, Virtue, Wisdom, Discernment, Enlightenment, and Synchronicity, surround and invade the very Being of all anons diligently questing for Truth!
Vincit Omnia Veritas
Cras es Noster,
Deus Vult!