In the universal matrix
shines that spark
which sets the created
space ablaze
and initiates the time
of the uncreated .
And in between
perhaps god ?
Or this emotion embodied
in the fleeting beauty
of a winged inspiration ?
If you don't know
how to grasp it ,
forgetting it for a short eternity,
lost in the twilight...
I wander through the labyrinth
of the beginend library...
Where my story is beeing written...
Here,angels visionaries ,gamblers
and even lovers, intersect
without seeing each other...
At random I open a book
that contains only the truth value
of a letter .
designed alphabet that has not
yet been born
and who only writes messages
of eternity .
But to decipher this calligraphy
you have to know the language
from before Babel ...
Prior to conception ,
there was only memory
were lay the seed of all that is,
was ,and will be .
Chance which is never wrong ,
will open the door ,
too a dimension elsewhere ,
here and nowhere .
Unity in chaos, fusioned.
Nothing united with the whole .
So the revealed traveler
may awaken ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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A creation in entropy and unity in dissolution. All opposites are one and everything is divided. A gestalt in a cosmic puzzle. Well done Lorenz
By the fleeting light of a spark let us open the grimoire of the '' Beginend'' !
The poem is about primordial meaning, about returning to the origin of being in the cosmos and in the human.
Topology of a genesis where created and uncreated coexist in an informational matrix .
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