The Only Made Real

The Only Made Real

A Poem by Onoma

There's always an innate motion
to imagination...whose imagination
of itself remains motionless.
As the mind goes blank with
imagining itself...God comes
in as consciousness--ever motionless.
The Only made real--fully, and all
at once.
A sigh just came through me...and
somehow I know why.

© 2013 Onoma


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~ you know the essence of spiritualism and write about it like no one else does... ~ what a stunning piece of writing this is...

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