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Fields of matter


 

Waving ocean in sphere of attraction in time,

cosmic fields by magical ecstasy beyond, as frame.

The long before remembered by spirit consciousness,

searching reasons flow in animated references.

Shadows by gravity rotate and turn worldly possessions,

into spiritual gain and endurance confessions.

Imperfect self lost in high waves of realities,

to realize divine perfections certainties.

The bending light through water drops reflections,

no shadow from the rainbow truths conceptions.

Love of form progressing to culminate,

in love of formless residence.

Matter of intuition conceived in reason,

testing the real from the false constitution.

The attraction towards nature’s disharmony,

fields of black matter to other dark fields eternally.

The Mystic phenomenon and wise conclusion,

point’s to the lack of general to know evolution.

Righteousness and essence of soul,

provider of blessings in the bowl.

Quantum fields of longing,

deprives the heart of its freedom coming.

The shadow field follows the bodies,

a matter of truth and all false stories.

Fields of false matter revealed,

unreal constitution for more to complete.

Indifference is the board and balanced ride,

curving weight to counteract gravity side.

Beyond the field of true goodness,

the frame of grace establishes,

matter of great trueness.

 

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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.

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