There is something in sublime
that seems unbearable to human minds.
Perhaps a hint of unity and great expansion,
held within an intermingling of the real
and an imaginative magic that we always
feel yet never really seem to know at all.
Are we any more than just
of some infinite deity? Millenniums
of earth bound time, seen as a wink
within its sleeping eye. Is it up to us
to make those dreams come true?
Their nature is affected by
of our minds, as is our own. And here
a hint, a tease, an almost ghostly
intimation of the source of all
creative energy. Sublime intent,
and we its living focus. How heavy,
this enlightenment can seem...
? Michaelette ?
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