Even if the celestial dog,
faithful guardian
of the realm of the dead,
falls asleep.
And if the stars fade away
into the silence
of an fathomless symphony.
Even if secret codes dissolve
like cosmic ink of a dream
on the skin of an enigmatic scroll...
Sublime word!
Touching solitary voice!
Do you know?
The memory will remain
and also afterwards
consciousness will vibrate.
For what is, will be.
Shadow of the cloud
in the spirit sphere.
No hell, no heaven
in the book of Akasha
sepia pages open...
Because, do you know?
What has been, will always be.
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A sublime message from the noosphere !
Thank you for the inspiration, dear Lorenz.
Our grasp on time so small we have no view. We look at a molecule in the sea a grain of sand on the beach. We have no idea. Well written
Thank you so much for your words. I really appreciate your perspective - it’s so true, we often forget how small our view really is.
Your write brilliant imagery.
Thank you for your feedback!
Absolutely beautiful!
Thank you very much!
Kinda like there is nothing new under the Sun?
Yes, kind of… Thank you for reading
A lovely write reminding us that we are miniscule in relation to everything out there, enjoyed the read
Thanks a lot for your feedback!
You are very welcome
Beautiful descriptive imagery and poetic philosophical exploration. Lovely work Sincerely, Elizabeth
Thank you so much for reading and for your comment! 😊
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