The Echoes In the Cosmos
THE ECHOES IN THE COSMOS
In silence of sleep, I slept.
From the warmth of cava manifested remembrance.
The dreamlike state I was in is where the echoes of the past hid.
As I languor, I became contented.
The half-moon was elevated above.
The voices were the echoes I heard.
Time had passed so fast.
The slumber was much needed even when there were no stressors to speak on.
This is cultivation of perfection via mind, body and soul.
Totalizing the spiritual form, the echoes enlightened knowledge and acumen.
Reverberations that is resonance refined awareness of divinity.
Where the mind escapes reality.
Further, my spirit reverent in awe of what I am being shown.
The echoes gave intuition to life known.
Like Scrooge mettle as he journeys through life transgression, life existing, and life forthcoming, a prophetic path partook.
I am drinking sparkling wine and laughing with everyone.
The echoes become intense to fashion a mind-set.
An eye of sagacity took shape.
Penetrating thoughts brought forth the existing world where people smiles were not true and their loving voices misconstrued.
The echoes were not hidden anymore, as I am to be the fool unearthed.
Lies, discrimination, and injuries became a worm’s hole, insofar as a homeless person miens to be an empty soul.
Where the echoes hide within the cosmos.
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Scribe December 11, 2015!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015
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