Tuesday, September 9, 2014

SEMINAL DISSEMINATIONS





SEMINAL DISSEMINATIONS 

What if I were to send you my deepest inclinations
 on a wave of light
across the expanse of the universe
that would not reach you for 500 million years...

Would I still do so
knowing
that I will not be around to witness your smile
when you hear my innermost intimations for you?

Would I sing you my heart song
knowing that in space all is silent
and the melody will be lost in eternities travels

seminal disseminations
of promulgations
that command creation

wrapped up in a chalice of pure consciousness
which are free to disclose secrets that no one will ever hear

But I can never quite catch up with my self
unable to get my mind around obstinate paradoxes
or the thought that we may have to be nothing more
than a pair of parallel lines that can never meet

Those parts of me that were created before time
drift into galaxies beyond the senses
An infinitesimal modicum settles
on a speck of dust on a distant star
and we are somehow,
 inextricably entwined
Vibrationally attuned

spookily
eternally



© Divinia Nightfire 10th September 2014
 


4 comments:

  1. Let me put this to you in the form of a question...If you and I were gold fish, and we were placed on opposite sides of Lake Eyre, do you not think we would find our way to each other? ... You are nodding your head, aren't you? ... Good.

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    1. LMAO Michael!!!

      SO

      let me ask you a question...
      are you good at reading maps,
      or asking for directions...lol

      But to answer your question...
      of course we would!
      and YES... I was nodding my head with one of those silly looks on my face ;)

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    2. Guys never read assembly instructions or ask for directions. It is just not done.

      I once put a wheel barrow together, with a friend. We were both mechanics by trade... You know how, when you complete such a project, and there is a component or two left over, like a nut or a bolt or a washer? We had one piece left over when we were finished... It was the wheel. :(

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    3. yes, I always seem to get left with a spare nut or two Mike,
      story of my LIFE!

      LOL

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