Descent Ascending

Time is no more
than a tool of the mind
and as with each extreme
we must find its opposite
in timelessness

even in this age
of blind belief
that teaches us
that all that can be real
is what is seen
and mechanized
that prays and preys on age
but what is age
to one who is reborn forever . . . ?

So let us dine tonight
under stars burning bright
upon the river Nile
to bask under the moon
that plays such ageless tunes
to resonate the strings
of heartbeats racing
reaching out to touch
pure love in motion

or then again
shall we ascend . . .?
from the point of all descent
to the height of all imagination
where all creation takes
its primal form
within the patterns born
of loving nights like this

? Michaelette?

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