The Only Made RealA 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.
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Added on March 4, 2013Last Updated on November 28, 2013 Author
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