Fitting for a beautiful night such as this…
The symbol of night…Life…
The one I ask and beg The Lord for…
To keep you safe…
To keep your place among the stars that brighten our lives…
A blessing to those blessed enough to lay their eyes upon your light…
Beauty that I believe must be Divine…
You breathed life back into one’s soul that has long been torn by one’s own self-scorn…
Took a form that purified me of all this blight whose source was my very core…
For so long fate had foretold how I’d end up all alone…
I was wrong…
Fate wasn’t meant to be set in stone…
My soul was saved by your light…
No words I write will ever personify your impact on my life…
How much you mean to me…
All I can do is smile…
The sound of your sweet echo will forever emanate from my soul…
I’m reading the thoughts…
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Intro {Poetic}:
They say the laws of physics are never invented…
Principles of uncertainty beckon me to wonder what is real and what is theory…?
The mechanics of time and space have long been debated and weighted by great minds who seem at a loss for how and why…?
What guides these loose strings of time…?
What is their relation to life…?
Should we even think in such terms…?
What about the beauty…?
Imagine…
Time’s fine twine is in tatters now, but beauty is still profound…
Notice the strings as they come unbound from the vacuum of supposed non-sounds…
Collisions of particles bound by atomic clouds…
Primordial crowns that pulsate through the night…
Imagine the Divine Might behind this show of lights…
Where the lines drawn between energy and matter no longer matter….
Particles scatter…
And the double helix ladders that make up us…
Have the imprints of a Higher Being that can’t be seen…
Yet Whose grace can be observed…
Perhaps the very words of our Holy Books and Hadeeths can shed light upon these mysteries…
My belief…Every single soul has been imbued with the power of love and ability to spread peace…
I notice that through all this organized chaos, speaks a form of speech that transcends any weak bonds from those wrinkles in time…
The beauty of The Divine is part of the very twine which we try to endlessly define…
No matter how the lines and equations shall be drawn, I’ll always find a reason to pause..
Just an individual soul…Reflecting on the majesty bestowed upon all of us…
The birth of star…
Dare I say I’ve seen love in its purest forms…
From the embrace of a mother and child…
To the caress of lovers shine…
Bathed in the light of life…
From night to night…
All shades & stripes…
All forms of life…
Down to smallest microbe…
Clouds elast back and forth…
Forgo barriers a mor…
Love becomes the mode…
The valance…
Migrate towards happiness…
Charges begin to pulsate…
Ions find mates…
Courtship takes place…
Love makes life…
New bonds bathed in the light…
Of the Divine…
Release the heat…
So Mother Earth can be as She…
So we can witness belief…
Be forged once again…
Through toil and tend…
Make ammends with all beginnings & ends..
A place where particles congregate…
Where affinities of time, space…
And Divine Grace emphasize love above all else…
A place where we see ourselves…
Piece by piece…
Part and parcel of we…
Watch…
Observe the Chemical Romances…
The Divine Dances…
These masses of particle classes…
Egalitarian practices…
In making selections…
Natural affections..
Based on mutual connections…
Bonds begin to form…
Luminous glows…
In sensuous shows of love…
Celestial flows bode well…
As Divine forces giver birth to heavenly storms…
Precipitate the very seeds for which we are now so thankful for..
Silent Scholar 