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Ameobic Transformations, Poem for the All
Code Number:
XCEV01P14_13.0365
Title:
Ameobic Transformations, Poem for the All
So I sit here
the rhythm of some deep inner questioning of self
Who am i. . . . something often asked . . .
It is a cadence . . .
a wonderful yet sad emotion of no knowing.

i feel that deep passion for just being with . . .
Sometimes i feel lighter than Air
When i allow myself the gift of passion . . .
whatever form It may take
It is as if the flight of being within the magic
makes me yearn for permanence
yet there is no such thing
and i know that
and i mourn it too
i want Now so so much
forever
in a funny and really in a Magical way . . .
now does not exist
it never does

I wish you magic
within the question of Meaning . . . .

within the understanding of the finite self
i want to feel your Spirit . . .
I know it though . . . .
because i felt it immediately when i heard from you
your song of You
and in an amazing way, that is all i will ever know with you
and i honor That
from the outer part of it all
you reside in the inner part of the All
as do i
as do all
and so i strive for the etheral presence of self
for that is all i can ever grasp . . . (if that is possible)
it is the all, which does include the presence of never . . .
you are light . . . Being
and being in this human form
is so so so just so
it really is . . .
though yet it is pure conceptual Magic.
all there is is Love for the all, for All, and for it all.

from Vern 2011
Keywords:
Abstractia in Etherics, the nature of random existence, Chemical Etchings, Abstract FORM and shape and light Existentialism, Chemicalization, Painting by Wernher Krutein
Image by:
Wernher Krutein
Ameobic Transformations, Poem for the All
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Code Number:
XCEV01P14_13.0365
Title:
Ameobic Transformations, Poem for the All
So I sit here
the rhythm of some deep inner questioning of self
Who am i. . . . something often asked . . .
It is a cadence . . .
a wonderful yet sad emotion of no knowing.

i feel that deep passion for just being with . . .
Sometimes i feel lighter than Air
When i allow myself the gift of passion . . .
whatever form It may take
It is as if the flight of being within the magic
makes me yearn for permanence
yet there is no such thing
and i know that
and i mourn it too
i want Now so so much
forever
in a funny and really in a Magical way . . .
now does not exist
it never does

I wish you magic
within the question of Meaning . . . .

within the understanding of the finite self
i want to feel your Spirit . . .
I know it though . . . .
because i felt it immediately when i heard from you
your song of You
and in an amazing way, that is all i will ever know with you
and i honor That
from the outer part of it all
you reside in the inner part of the All
as do i
as do all
and so i strive for the etheral presence of self
for that is all i can ever grasp . . . (if that is possible)
it is the all, which does include the presence of never . . .
you are light . . . Being
and being in this human form
is so so so just so
it really is . . .
though yet it is pure conceptual Magic.
all there is is Love for the all, for All, and for it all.

from Vern 2011
Keywords:
Abstractia in Etherics, the nature of random existence, Chemical Etchings, Abstract FORM and shape and light Existentialism, Chemicalization, Painting by Wernher Krutein
Image by:
Wernher Krutein
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