06/05/2012
The particle sublime:
It is a morning bestowed with a smile from the sun.
I am awake to see the sun and it's steps and turns.
Sun had Venus at it's door that had passed the sun's glaze,
giving the sun a rotation fun and the pun.
Sun, Venus, and "the others"
like human imaginations are on a planetary scroll
mapping the universe as it comes and goes.
Planetary scrolls are the folds of life.
Depth of ocean, and the heights of mountains
are life's play of darkness, surface, and the light.
Life is racing and pacing the planetary sight,
moving and stopping at the same time.
Life is not dancing though it may look like.
Life is neither happy nor sad though it may feel like.
Looks and feels are the momentary blips and slips
in planetary clips roasting and coasting the moments of
delights and sadness of minds, making illusions of all kind.
Life is no mystery to life.
Mysteries are the carvings of minds,
the made up minds of thoughts and rhymes.
Life is no mystery to life.
Life is one and all, the particle sublime.
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