It is always dropping hints to the observant.
The interface of the inner and outer~

For I am
God remembering
himself humbly, in this vessel
that is I.

Under a spell, in a simulation,
living out this existence
like a grand piece
of multidimensional art.

Meanings branching out of meaning,
all of which I create.
My creations invoke ripples
in this one scheme
of Being.

Why now, I know not,
it calls me to summon
magic.

 

 

 

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One thought on “remembering

  1. Fall times are the best times
    The yellow reds and gold
    I hear the birch trees
    Swaying with the oaks
    The smoke curls high in the chill mountain air
    While i await for whats best and what’s grand and most faire.

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