
( CYCLE : STIGMA OF OUR SOULS
Somewhere is music did you know
Which to by touched Himself God
It is best beauty us unknown
But we have its echo in soul
We have this music premonition
We hear altough it reverberation
It is the music not of our worlds
It is the music of heavenly realms
Without rhythm spirally spinning
From big afar continous calling
Moving away,instead of approaching
Sounds with light miraculous danzing
In darkness from dust respawning
In a flash wave and twitching
Tangled sounds repeated swaying
Reps of echo variables pulsation
Hiss, thunder, violent preformation
In background always the clearest sound
High -pitched, slightly variable
Crystaline scattering and shake
Ubiquitous penetrations inside, trouhg
Eternal and unchangingthis sound
Unites everything, gently harmonises
Like accompaniment angelic silent
This the clearest sound is also in us
Us penetrates and permeates too
It’s too quiet record our lives
To our souls is still transmitted
Somewhere away
We don’t know why
Because this music is not of our worlds
Which to by touched Himself God
Powerful music of heavenly realms
( October 18, 2024 )
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