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Far off in a Space amid Infinite Time and Stretches,
there was the most fragrant garden, gilded so precious
in green comfort in its little space in time..
Life form flourished.
Seasons rose and fell.
Yet, in its silent Lone-awing nights,
strange shimmerings glistened above,
shining an invitation to mystery
like beacon lights,
‘why????’
Around the garden,
a high wall seemingly
obstructed Vision
if only,
oh, if only,
I were just a bit taller than I could see All
and Know All
Scholars, Philosophers, Physicians,
Aristocrats, Clergy, Scientists, Intellectuals,
Analysts,
Mathematicians, all
congregated around the wall,
thundering their ‘height’
unto the heavens
measuring the circumference of infinity
with straight edged rulers
and silverquick tongue
Impressed with expression,
tempering their voices to angle
transient breezes
in the center of the garden
sat a ‘diminutive’ man
quiet in his Self-reflection
that mirrored in deep breaths
and tender awakening touches
listening so intently to the quiet spaces,
that Noise had yet unstirred
he absorbed the sun as energy vibrant
he inhaled the swollen giving molecular air
he closed his Eyes
and in that moment his life-long Quest
aligned with his higher senses,
his Vision broke beyond the Wall
Far into Voids of Cosmos
that tangible Vision had never beheld
and he held it Sacred to his heart
knowing it could never be measured...
Knowing it could never be formed into form...
Knowing it couldn't be a Word.
And the 'taller' men ridiculed
his inability to articulate
they rose their station
in relation to his,
yet remained oblivious
to the causes they effected
each current 'rising' hurling them
further away from hearing
the Sacred Potential
gifted equally in All.
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