Ode to Gravity

                             Ode to Gravity        July 18, 2013

Some wind eternally blows:

it is ever-present and ever-lasting; a River of Soul.

It inspires a heated life for a marvelous construct of sleepy soul-electricity.

It flows into our hearts and minds from energies that are concentrating on this world.

And it is always - unending and obviously,

Captured by Gravity.

The third planet rotates on an axis of unbelievable weight;

it is the constant champion of ever-spinning inertia.

Captured by Gravity.

Our whirling world is on (Special Favor)

And because it lives

and it breathes, abiding in a natural atmosphere of life fluids, it is therefore avoiding the black frozen depths and the atomic disfigurement of unprotected naked space.

Our reality is, nonetheless, the helpless prisoner in a physical universe, and by all known or unknown means, every atom is forever and ever

Captured by Gravity.

Our minds evaluate crystalline thoughts.

It is a non-physical nothingness that is hastened by the unraveling of death and the awaited affirmation for the coming regeneration.

But even this magnificent interplay between Man and his Holy Spirit is forever,

Captured by Gravity.

Huge mountains crumble and fall into immeasurable seas.

Their names and their remains - become sand pebbles, spelling out distinctive scientific formulas that are entangling the patterns, describing a meaning of life that is in motion with nature's handiwork.

Captured by Gravity.

We sometimes discover the faint tracings of the Creator's Cosmic Footprints and sometimes we presume this grand scale of the Creator is a construct of protective guidance and a welfare sent from the Gods. The guidance is believed to be dedicated to an ambition; for all manners of consciousness within the animate and the inanimate, as the Angels sing for us …

And the angels too are Captured by Gravity.

By and large: We live and we are held in the Bosom of God.

Yes- but even this magnificence and all that I can ever disclose for you; or all that may seem to be firm, or all that any of us shall ever manage to dream, is restricted.

Yes - the unthinkable as well, is still a prisoner....

Captured by Gravity.

All-powerful thoughts are erupting into us like volcanic prayers. It is a natural process that we describe as Life: turning the heat of living into its own required disintegration.

And yes - even this unplumbed realization, this destroyer of star-clusters and uncountable galaxies, is another victim.

 A prisoner, Captured by Gravity.

Is all and everything that is crushed by the process of life, and then lost

to the dark hole in the syncopated universe -

Eternally related to whatever or the whenever, that is captured and caught.

Is it there - resting in that final funeral pyre

Captured by Gravity.

Is even this final resting place of the commiserate (THE END) by ITSELF and alone forever;

as the unending end and a prisoner,

trapped, in its own physically restrictive prison?

And Yes: Is the question and answer to everything?

Captured by Gravity?