Gods voice erupts in waves that vibrate and dance,
Giving way to His joy that lights up all circumstance,
How many times must we question His intentions?
Is the proof not in the substance of all sentient inventions?
Our consciousness is a kernel of the almighty's pineal gland,
We are infused with His wonders so far from bland,
Our higher minds intermingle with His luminescence,
But don't get weighed down in self centred effervescence,
Concentration brings about the deepest connection,
Bringing about heavenly spiritual intervention,
Some call it awakening others enlightenment,
Either way prepare for grandeur and wonderment,
My take on all this is get along to get along,
Don't let others tell you what qualifies as wrong,
Because choices teach us lessons despite wrong or right,
But when it comes to our present predicament future has hindsight.
Farls Tokley
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Scientific Conjecture
PoetryThis collection of poems is just me pontificating What could be. I'm by no means a scientist but I love to read about it, and love science fiction. So bear with me if I've butchered any of the principles I make reference to.
