I see a sonne et lumiere flashing from the umbrage
of Mother Aditi, flashing the twelve dimensions
from her birthing exercise. We live in the gestation
of timeliness, from where we are prone to discover
the intimateness of every emotion in their purities and impurities,
because imperfections exist in material existence alone. How do we call
ourselves beings, limiting their scope only to physical manifestations?
The uniqueness of unitedness is beyond this realm,
it lives in ether where our souls are founded. In fact,
the three dimensional arc is just a ghost of that foundry,
an illusory state of animation! Do we remember the
Soundgarden of Love, the eternal sphere where there are no
metallic or stony hedgerows between relations, like brothers
and sisters and lovers and mothers and fathers with their arms
entwined without dissimilitudes in the glory and glow of some-day
corporeality without infiltration by any evil! No commonplace cistern,
no murky backwater, but a sphere evocative of the precious beginning!
The orpiment of epiphanous conjugated souls is not just simply visual
perception, but awareness of abstract Orphistic collective universals as well!!!
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