Music.
Emanating
music.
In the air,
universal
music.
Vibrating
from who
knows where?
Vibrating from
everywhere.
I’m here
it says.
From
all corners
of creation.
Hear the
music.
Listen hard,
it’s everything.
Creating.
Simply is.
Wafting through.
Celestial,
music.
The sound
of creation.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 24th, 2019 23:03
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Comments1
That music is forever with us and always will be.
We all hear and make music, the sound of creation.
Thank you for reading my work
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