Undercurrents running through
the base of pure, essential being
as thunder crashes merrily into
that space that seems to just abide
between the ever-altering skies
and us.

Yet still, it breathes itself into the core
of every life that ever sought and soared
and dared to live itself complete; beyond
those yesterdays that simply cannot be
themselves again; nor find themselves
before the vast temptations of all future

Underlying everything this vastness
of all being. Particular, the particles
that seek to re-combine; in health and
wealth and happiness and more;
for love lies ever at the fore and core
of everything; whether thundering
in majesty or sleeping peacefully
within all dreams that indigo and
starry nights contrive in unity
of their imagination.

Still we feel, within this ultimate reality
of flesh and form we have attained, such
a magnificence of all that is untamed
that we must answer in an undiluted
understanding of expression, and feel
it all to be, even those undercurrents of
emotive mystery, born and born again
into eternity...

? Michaelette ?

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