05-21-2014, 12:00 AM
Raised from the ashes of the old way,
I stand before creation at the dawn of the new day.
All ideas, taking form, as gentle as silk, and as rough as a storm.
from the first steps of creation to the death of all nations,
the naked truth of death - creating reunification.
And all from one, we stand together,
with our collected experiences and yet light as a feather.
To jump and leap into any arrangement,
that creation has found in it's pre-engagement.
For it has been wound (and spun) into every configuration,
like a universal tapestry of endless generation.
And what is left when all is done?
But an absolute choice of all into one.
God-spun,
to become
the inevitable conclusion of the intent of divinity
to perpetuate of life,
across Infinity
I stand before creation at the dawn of the new day.
All ideas, taking form, as gentle as silk, and as rough as a storm.
from the first steps of creation to the death of all nations,
the naked truth of death - creating reunification.
And all from one, we stand together,
with our collected experiences and yet light as a feather.
To jump and leap into any arrangement,
that creation has found in it's pre-engagement.
For it has been wound (and spun) into every configuration,
like a universal tapestry of endless generation.
And what is left when all is done?
But an absolute choice of all into one.
God-spun,
to become
the inevitable conclusion of the intent of divinity
to perpetuate of life,
across Infinity