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Oh this human condition, A mortal coil it's said           An amalgamation of contradictions.... I have witnessed as observant A silent servant (Like a punctuation, A grain of sand am I then) Debris from vast beyond A whirl from cosmic maelstrom and Now this here, we are Alive as bone begotten From stellar stones higher than Our cloud valhallas How relative the chaos Stranger still for its distances To parallel - how storms also do Possess a spectrum. Now this here, as a heavy carcass With visionless eyes As fragile as glass Riding tornadoes and catastrophe Like roller coasters Blast Off Since We are no longer from nothing, We no longer fear But third eye mind still blind An intelligence that's forgetful Of that of which is relative (Living proof) In every passage We are mortal with Each morning Doors we enter thru... (Yet few recall the lives before) All I know is how to be A better form of what I was just Yesterday When passersby keep on asking "Did you find yourself then?" This too shall also pass                      Memory feels more far away I say: "The story's not yet done" *What path you choose, the one you love, Is the same path Of awe Of beauty Of Grace I bare witness To this life Still trying to love it all* Oh woe is me!         (felicitously) Oh, This mortal coil, how beloved Life I see                A universe of mystery Together We shall see                Riding our tomorrow Like a maelstrom Fearless On great tornadoes... I bare witness To thee. (I'mmortality)
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 1:34 AM UTC
I Bare Witness
Oh this human condition, A mortal coil it's said           An amalgamation of contradictions.... I have witnessed as observant A silent servant (Like a punctuation, A grain of sand am I then) Debris from vast beyond A whirl from cosmic maelstrom and Now this here, we are Alive as bone begotten From stellar stones higher than Our cloud valhallas How relative the chaos Stranger still for its distances To parallel - how storms also do Possess a spectrum. Now this here, as a heavy carcass With visionless eyes As fragile as glass Riding tornadoes and catastrophe Like roller coasters Blast Off Since We are no longer from nothing, We no longer fear But third eye mind still blind An intelligence that's forgetful Of that of which is relative (Living proof) In every passage We are mortal with Each morning Doors we enter thru... (Yet few recall the lives before) All I know is how to be A better form of what I was just Yesterday When passersby keep on asking "Did you find yourself then?" This too shall also pass                      Memory feels more far away I say: "The story's not yet done" *What path you choose, the one you love, Is the same path Of awe Of beauty Of Grace I bare witness To this life Still trying to love it all* Oh woe is me!         (felicitously) Oh, This mortal coil, how beloved Life I see                A universe of mystery Together We shall see                Riding our tomorrow Like a maelstrom Fearless On great tornadoes... I bare witness To thee. (I'mmortality)
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 1:34 AM UTC
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