Calling With a Voice Heard and Understood
One age we must leave.
To aspire to another.
To let whatever is to take place,
Be done.
And we too...
Must be done with it,
To let it do what we need to have happen.
Rapid mixture churns the blend.
Spinning on an axis to outreaches of the Universe.
In light years unnoticed by those of us,
Traveling in and upon it!
One age we must leave.
Like the peeling or the hatching...
Or a birth that occurs from one's womb.
Some may have wishes to stop to perceive,
Reflections mirrored in perfection!
Detecting a defect.
Others are having their minds expanded...
Stretching a consciousness to a higher,
Connection.
Calling with a voice heard.
And understood.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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