Time to Listen

Emotion and sensation - linked forever
at some very basic level - still invisible
to those, their mortal minds of dire division
and paradox. A level that their scientific
geniuses have not beheld within the truth
of heart that binds us all into this very
mortal life - within a plane of intellect
that has not moved beyond the error/terror
still created in their times.

There is only so much any one of us can do.
The limitations sweetly swell their way
into our mortal lives. When just a moment
comes - arising through the mists - and
everything becomes too clear for words.
A feeling driven deep within by every breath
of earthen atmosphere. At first, the only word
that comes is "No!" From there, the swells
of innocence uphold each feeling swarming
through our cells.

The multitudes will watch the news,
but never stop to realize the wrath
expressed within the tales that speak
too loud of man-created glory and
prosperity that never really prospered
any crowd of fans at all. Clones abide,
that never rise into the simple glory
of two hearts that live as one.

For emotion and sensation have always
thus been linked - at some very basic level -
still invisible to those, their mortal minds;
that only came to know of dire division.
A level that supposed scientific geniuses
have not beheld within the truth
of heart that binds us all into this very
mortal life - within a plane of intellect
that has not moved, just yet, beyond
the error of the times they're forced to live.

To take - but oh, to give seems so much more.
As there, just there - another door is opening
into a greater welcome. Patterns spun
beyond complexity, that bring another
vision of pure beauty into being.
Askance, another chance of pure creation,
is offering itself to each of them.
Who will rise and what might fall...?
If every one of them would finally
take the time to listen to the sirens,
yet unbidden - in the wind...

? Michaelette ?

8/13/2003
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