My heart dances,
entrancements embodied in lowly glows,
Bowing towards the hues into rainbow bows,
tied loosely along the edge of time.
Wrapping it all gently together like stitches that don't tear, or confine.
The bubble we live in,
the belief in the now.
We continue on because we know as long as we are we have the room to grow.
There is a never ending story, that is at the tip of our fingers,
writhing beneath our toes,
it's already been told.
In totality,
yet we never will finish knowing it whole.
Because, the story-
is just a key.
To everything you ever can dream,
and ever can be.
I am forever,
the never ending sea.
Disentegrating,
rehabilitating.
Redesign, refine-
Collaborating.
But we are never, confined.
We may be connected, but we are all individual galaxies,
swirling, beyond time.
Unlimit..
unlimit..
no limits.
And see..
What we can do, when the highest we think in-
is beyond that of fractals,
beyond time space and infinity.
We are- beyond that which we call
'energy'
Recent painting 'Galactic Womb'
More depth on this poem in the comments..
