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Where Faith is Found (not finished)

Author: Cloacina
ASL Info:    25/F/KY
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Words: 388
Class/Type: Poetry /Misc
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Where Faith is Found (not finished)

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.

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