The Order of Words and The Heart of Light

 

Occurs not 

The transformation negativa

Yet, because

It's still the intellect

 

Why, this intellect

So strong it be

Remains the truth,

Cunning, persuasive,

Story of who?

 

The knowing beatitude,

Smiling in freedom

Toward we does it glance

O laughing one,

O laughing one!

I feel taunted

But your space,

Endless in expanse,

Does reach thru me,

It does

 

Irony, so powerful,

Yet subtle,

A soap bubble like,

Yes, a soap bubble like

 

If words be broken,

 

Broken be words,

 

Then what thru shines?

 

Shines what does thru?

 

This vast expanse,

 

It calls,

 

Voice with not,

 

Already here.

 

Yes, here.

 

Al ready

 

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