AS WE ARE NOW IN
OCALA, FLORIDA
Harbour Island, Bahamas
April 2, 2019 - THERE IS NO OTHER
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PEELED AWAY
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AN ETERNAL WHOLENESS REIGNS
THE GRACEOPATHY OF PRIMORDIAL’S ORIGIN
THE AKASHA TAO CORE
THE STILLNESS OF SILENCE
AS
THE ORIGINAL BELOVED HAS RETURNED*
ew
4:50 AM-4/2/20
*As if all you can do here is leave
and plunge, never to return, into the depths.
Into unfathomable life.
Excerpt (Conclusion) from Utopia
Wislawa Szymborska
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/utopia-27/
https://www.poemhunter.com/wislawa-szymborska/
Island where all becomes clear.
Solid ground beneath your feet.
The only roads are those that offer access.
Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs.
with branches disentangled since time immemorial.
The Tree of Understanding, dazzling straight and simple.
sprouts by the spring called Now I Get It.
The thicker the woods, the vaster the vista:
the Valley of Obviously.
Echoes stir unsummoned
and eagerly explain all the secrets of the worlds.
On the right a cave where Meaning lies.
On the left the Lake of Deep Conviction.
Truth breaks from the bottom and bobs to the surface.
Its peak offers an excellent view of the Essence of Things.
and the faint footprints scattered on its beaches
turn without exception to the sea.
As if all you can do here is leave
and plunge, never to return, into the depths.
Into unfathomable life.
Wislawa Szymborska
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/utopia-27/
https://www.poemhunter.com/wislawa-szymborska/
UTOPIA
Island where all becomes clear.
Solid ground beneath your feet.
The only roads are those that offer access.
Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs.
The Tree of Valid Supposition grows here
with branches disentangled since time immemorial.
The Tree of Understanding, dazzling straight and simple.
sprouts by the spring called Now I Get It.
The thicker the woods, the vaster the vista:
the Valley of Obviously.
If any doubts arise, the wind dispels them instantly.
Echoes stir unsummoned
and eagerly explain all the secrets of the worlds.
On the right a cave where Meaning lies.
On the left the Lake of Deep Conviction.
Truth breaks from the bottom and bobs to the surface.
Unshakable Confidence towers over the valley.
Its peak offers an excellent view of the Essence of Things.
For all its charms, the island is uninhabited,
and the faint footprints scattered on its beaches
turn without exception to the sea.
As if all you can do here is leave
and plunge, never to return, into the depths.
Into unfathomable life.
Wislawa Szymborska
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/utopia-27/
https://www.poemhunter.com/wislawa-szymborska/