Impulse
The intoxicating action not absorbed,
inferiority by attention adored.
The deed that leads to realization,
sweetest toil like a choir’s pitch sensation.
The lover’s heart touches subtleness,
souls eye and eternal reference.
The eye that penetrates through every wall,
is the knower’s spirit and kingdoms hall.
Assimilation by spheres registered,
innumerable lives of love existed.
The interval for which its act,
integral forces coming by change of flow in fact.
The momentum and mass in motion is symbol p,
called hector quantity and sets you free.
Images from the celestial intellect,
gentle observations towards that perfect.
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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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