Born as Mercy
by on March 10, 2015 in All Poetry

there is no mundane reality;

no linear causality, no sequence of reigning possibilities,

there is only mundance persception,

of eternal omnipotence.

Only through relative resonance,

do latent possibilities have relative reality.

Only Infinite Potential is,

all that is real.

O, with winged persception,

to soar in truth,

without notion of duration,

without notion of distance,

to abide in omnisience

and then to dive once more,

into time, and once more

into space;

to live again, to

breathe again, to

love again, and

once more,

to be born as mercy.