I of me/Genesis

 I of me
 
 
The I of my inner dimensions speaks truth, sees beauty,
lives multiplicity,
cares enduringly,
always somewhere aware.
Playmate child, elated, wild.
Guarding angel drapes protective wing.
Ethereal wraith, bell like diamonds singing.
Light, clear at-one-ment stirs through the air.
Breathe.
Listen.
Be.
 
 
 
Genesis
 
 
In the beginning
we fell apart,
thrust out, expanding,
becoming the heart
of time, space, and life.
The division of darkness and light
into binary code,
the linear sequence of time
growing older each moment.
Catalytic stimulation, element assimilation.
Systems and cycles ignite.
Wavicles swirl in excitement,
bumping and grinding unite,
build this grand reality,
seed ethereal possibility
long before divinity
could be defined.
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