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    dots Submission Name: Where Faith is Found (not finished)dots

    Author: Cloacina
    ASL Info:    25/F/KY
    Elite Ratio:    5.24 - 20/53/54
    Words: 388
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsWhere Faith is Found (not finished)dots

    Discovered within
    stillness, where life hid itself
    constant, buried sound.

    Silence became unsettled,
    arranged into orchestrated noise,
    an intricate hum.

    A deluge of whispers,
    undeciphered code,
    the threads of speech
    too small to grasp.

    But they caught hold
    of me.

    Notes threading through
    the eye of my ears,
    words cohering
    spirit is unlined sound.

    When death came, we heard
    the spirit swarm call her to life
    beyond mortal pause.

    The song of life, soaked
    through the thin paper tab
    of singularity.

    Beyond the pallor,
    the blank slate of death,
    the stain of life, the wordless name of spirit,
    reads, writes on.

    There we found God,
    and in a small, black seam,
    The Endless unfolding.

    Where eyes cried,
    "There be limits!,"
    the truth countered
    that there be none,
    but mine.

    The finite became
    infinite, worlds without limits
    in limited space.

    Worlds were born,
    and worlds were banished
    somewhere else, where measure lost its rule.

    I found it in darkness
    and you found it in the light,
    seeing all colors.

    In light,
    I saw only one,
    because my sight is not as good
    at division
    as my thoughts.

    And in life we see, but one
    where layers upon layers
    cover up the answers we seek.

    You saw that which was
    to most, concealed, and that which
    the dark revealed to me.

    And we found it in tangible things,
    for what is created
    must be thought or felt.

    In these mountains where
    it seems God had, speeding thoughts,
    sprung great fecundity.

    Here have I walked
    through sections of the heart and mind of God,
    held a singly thought
    in my palm.

    A thought with thoughts
    of its own,
    a nautilus of flesh wrapped energy.

    Took the thoughts of God
    into me in sweet water
    ripe hills bursting in dew,
    my synapses burst
    in recognition.

    Water, which pulls
    my spirit and my flesh, recalls
    ancient heritage.

    Reminds me
    that we are ancient, but not old
    like the limits of flesh-
    we are ageless.

    We are given unto darkness and light,
    that which is more than the apparent sum
    of its composition,
    that which expands within and beyond
    the limits of lines
    the boundaries of space,
    and deconstructing flesh.

    Submitted on 2009-07-24 20:07:16     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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