Transcendence: Poetry


One, two, three
like the beating heart,
Motion left the oceans


Four, five six,
like a placid mind
The earthquakes did cease


Seven, eight, nine
Hear the silence of the Heavens,
the resonance of the Mysteries


And the Earth fell into silence


It's happening,
right here, right now,
the span of worlds collides


Slips into place
like a key sliding home
after a long day's night


Turning, turning to the left,
churning, churning to the right
The lock disintegrates


And the Earth starts to shine:

Transcendence.

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