Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Neither Yes or No, but Both

How deny me light; a life you sought; a world you
understand? It’s empyreal, and laced with darkness, where
the latter infuses the former. We say it often that, “We
are one,” with little to exclaim. It’s an altered dialogue, a
temblor for souls, a ghostly print. What does it mean to
shift? It means for layers, quilted attitudes, an exotic
response. I met a sculptress. She was raised religion. She
could shift realities, summons light, to flip a heart. Where
it comes through God, she argues for humans. I point to
orientation: Can we lose it—a gift from God? One says, yes;
another says, no. I, too, argue for no, but pride leads to
humiliation. Both positions are supported through Scripture.

How deny me light; a pulse you sought; a life you
understand? We live as whetstones, ever to sharpen, and ever
for maintenance. It’s majestic, as well as painful, an opus
for soul-sounds; but such splendor, a mystic halo, as feral as
humans. We ache sublimely, to greet a tiara, a woman
trained in cultic life. How was she awakened? Is it belief, or
even faith? What was for introduction? Its core a mechanism,
afire a soul, even a force of action. I cry, “Yes”; to caution,
No; for it’s a mixture to cause ripples.

Can we light a spark, agog in spirit, to feature a nonplus?
Indeed, we skip for trees, alive in serpents, breathing light.
It’s a faint elixir, to partake of spirit, to scream, “Namaste”;
for what is greeted, a storm of thunder, even a person. So “We
are one,” a one for we, composed of an inward mechanism.
Would we argue that, “All is light,” or “All is darkness?” Such
are secrets gathered through an, “Us,” where “Likeness” is law.

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