Bloom is in season.
The birds sing for a reason.

The river's motion
Seems to have a notion
For every rock around the bend.

Mushrooms are smiling a tinge.

Not a thing is strange.
Infinity has no range.

Take a token.
The thing left unspoken:
What He thinks of Hymn.

The fields of time melt beneath my feet
And the rain is slightly sweet.

Dew of the divine drops
And gains back again.

Time is a loop of sorts,
Everything ends where it begins again.

Eternity is a moment
And it never ended again.

You know every drop ascends in

The End

Again.

I stand on a bend of time.
As I stand still,

My

Hand

Reaches

Out

And the divine moment widens,
Around my fingers,
Into the Infinite possibilities.

Infinity is a rainbow, and,
It is hidden,
Within every moment.

To make the moment,
A rainbow
Must stand still.

Be still and watch.
Receive all that is moving.
For what moves you moves in you too.

The moment and you,
Infinity and the rainbow,
There's nothing that can divide you.

I couldn't manage to find anything
that rhymes with you.

Make the moment, make you.
But don't let the moment make you.

For what the rainbow gives
It takes from you.

Time is money:
But, money does not buy a rainbow.
Or the motion of the seeds that you grew.

Are you growing it?
Or is it growing you?

Reach

Your

Hand

Out

And move the ocean of time
With your fingers

Feel the magnitude.
You are effortless.

As the Infinite moves you
You move the Infinite.

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I was sitting on a bench,
in a quiet place , a cemetery,
but also a park
where people come to walk,
to jog, to breathe.

Then I saw it,
a pigeon flying down from a tree.
It walked softly on the ground,
its feathers glowing in the morning light.
Black wings,
white chest,
purple and black neck,
white tail,
and feet covered with white feathers.

So beautiful.
I didn’t say it out loud,
but in my heart I admired it.

And then
it looked at me.
Really looked.

And to my surprise,
it flew to me.
Landed on the bench,
right next to me.
Its claws held the metal tightly.
It stared
those red eyes moving,
like it was trying to understand me
from every angle.

It came closer.
And for a second,
I felt something between us.
Our eyes met
and stayed.

Then, quietly,
it flew away.

I don’t know what it was.

Was it God,
answering my silent thoughts?
Or the universe,
reminding me that we are all connected?

It felt like love
but not the kind we see in movies.

No hands.
No words.
Just a moment between a human and a bird.
Real.
Quiet.
Sacred.

Maybe love is like that sometimes
not between lovers,
but between souls.
No need for shape or name.
Just presence.

Before there was EVERYTHING
–there was NOTHING

A quiet void of endless,
POTENTIAL

And in that nothing,
–there was CHAOS

If God isn't your EVERYTHING
–then you are left with NOTHING

And to exist in such a state,
is to dwell in CHAOS!

By Abpoetry

People too stupid to notice,
People too Naive to care,
People really ain't prepared,
They can't wait for warfare,
Try to dumb you down with music , media and comedy,
Foods and toothcare, fluorided just to stop prosperity,
They live,
Put them glasses on and see for yourself,
This ain't conspiracies afoot,
you'll see it when its there,
Programming your body through music to turn your
mind to mush,
Make you feel a certain way , violent acts you think is good,
Government documents that they have that explains
The power of black people,
Thats why they ****** us up for decades, our minds are
not feeble,
We realizing that now , guess its over for them,
Everybody come together we'll break the ******* sim,
They want you to rely on them,
Have a president,
Have people with multimillion dollar companies invest in them,
Want you to obey law , when the law don't follow itself,
Make you feel low vibrational so you can't help yourself,
Protect your energy.

Late October,
and they have assuredly returned.

A canopy of clusters.

At second glance
the leaves on the trees are wings.

Whisper into the dreamscape
for they sense your voice.

Revive them with your breath.

Hold out your hand
like you hold out hope.

The warm sound of flutterings.

Circadian clocks in their antennae,
a sense of where they've been
and where they are going.

The gift from their Creator
moves them in the right direction.

Wandering - through the deserts storm
For the breath - is mischievous - craving
"I comply" - prayer's false - sinks in flesh
Blissful kiss - lullabies' pace - is uneven
    Edging of dunes
    Under wind - martyr sings
    Primal scent - salty lips
    Shudder thrills - tracing hands
    Hips endow - shaking
        Drugged - with a truth
        In an oath - for the witness
        Sand is warm - reason thralled
        "Do forgive me"