If the weight of the World encompassed just one
Bathed in the light issued forth from one thousand Suns
If all the mass crafted haphazardly spun
Made it's way to the source singlehandedly done
If a garden was yours to plant what may come
Would tilling the soil with your hand proceed all fun
Like the rivers of old deep bonds to each run
As the heaviest waters cleanse the spirit's sung
A parallel shore could be fathomed once more
Yes the angels too would pause in mid score restored
And here lays the freedom
Inherent in all things
If by the will of the free
Even lead painting sings
With the swings of the pendulum
Sometimes high sometimes low
Moving so constant with speed refrained slow
In the electrified sparks potential and might
Towards the hum of the butterfly dancing in flight
Everything with a meaning and for it a thing
The other side realized exploring within
Though we attract at times we push away
The space in between allows creation to play
When these things come to forefront with time
The force of the Universe will whisper to mind.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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