Whiter yet, the light expands
into each hue of color,
distinguishing the sameness
and the difference of it all.
We rise and fall within an
knowing nothing of the theme of endings;
to expend instead, the energy
that speaks of all existence.
Mind rebels, yet will is spent,
while arches bent on our deliverance,
open out into a sky so blue
our every mood is found to be
no more than an illusion.
Time and space are retrospective,
tuned into the past,
if only nanoseconds old;
yet we are taught that this
is truly all there ever is to be.
While whiter yet, the light
into the swirling hues of innocence,
accepting all within
an ever- changing atmosphere,
until all that we once held as dear
reappears again in greater glory.
As all that we are meant to
once again becomes our destiny,
and living evolution travels on . . .
? Michaelette ?
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