The thought is sparkling, framed by timeless knowledge.
It tries to get across the hollow lines.
And on the crossroads of the life self-knowlege,
Just striving to digest the science mainlines...
All people have their own, and it amazes.
We feel the truth therein, so pure and all,
Without a lofty camouflage of phrases,
It paints again the canvas of the soul...
Live spirit of palettes across the winter
And longing hearts in other melodies.
The song is shy. The sound is fluctuating
Makes us believe it: he is there. Creates.
The mystery of volume of the concord,
Brings forth harmonic fruits, all step-by-step,
Where I can hear the voice, bright, also full-toned,
Of sacred heart, and it has your footstep…
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Author:
cellinic (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Very poetic it speaks in a most comforting mood. Vivid images paint this poem and it seems to sing rather than talk. Nicely done
Cellinic, this is a thoughtful meditation on creation and recognition. Science, art, and spirit move together here, not in conflict but in harmony, until presence becomes unmistakable. The poem trusts the journey, and that trust carries it forward. Powerful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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