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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 dimension 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. |