BeYoNd WoRdS

This place is pulling.

My heart projects,

Nostalgic resonance.

 

Where words fly

And colors cry

All in light of love.

 

And people don't.....

 

I can't imagine what

inspires.

Myself...partially discerning.

Yet grace has followed me.

 

And fortune can fade

within this capsule.

But not this place.

 

And people don't....

 

I am afraid

but gentle wind changes me.

 

What froward incisions

have seemingly cut.

I know blood.

But still no blood.

Just memories that fade with

Love.

 

The mysteries of what

allure us.

Never completely understanding,

until we see

Until we breathe.

This truth

confounding.

 

This core of beautiful

darkness.

Overflowing with light.

 

The aeons and aeons of light...

 

This love, ineffable

 

This existence beyond words.

 

Matthew

Andrais

D

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