Omnipresent
There…
In the brief, finite pages -
shuffled between the bookends of life:
One's passing eye -
observes the rolling fields.
Fine vellus hairs -
flutter upon ubiquitous waves:
Light, sound, quantum, soul:
Vibration of reformation -
bristling, bustling:
Creation in motion.
The sagacious tongue -
describes a sense of what has become -
what will be done?
And all is what it seems -
until it's gone:
Until it's gone.
To wait -
fallow in the frozen, rolling field -
the patient seed lays still to yield.
As all life yearns for love itself -
and love's true voice the single wealth.
Omnipresent, underneath:
Where spirit casts off the wreath.
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