What seems lost
is often found
but playing hide and seek
What seems wrong
is often right
because our knowledge is incomplete
What seems hard
is not always harsh
but a teaching of what not to repeat
What seems a battle
is actually a ballet
if you could sit in the choreographer’s seat
There’s a higher harmony
at work here
sounding subtly from
a celestial sphere
Cracking pitchy encrustations
that block and ban
the free flow of light
according to the original plan
Spirit is perpetually repelled
until it finds propulsion
from a throbbing beaming cascade
emitting from ultra-violet attraction
Once sucked in by this force
of seen and unseen revealing
wonder and joy flood and show
how appearances can be deceiving
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(slipping this in to break the hiatus spell… written aboard a flight… is anything what it seems?)
