The Theory Of Spiritual Dynamics Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

I appreciate the summation
of an evolved theory
confined within an eggshell.
Its altitude, were it more elevated,
would escape the placenta containing it.

Yet, about Easter, I also rise.
To the occasion that is.
It is in the knowing that the suspension
of the yolk inside the egg convinces me
of the ethereal spiritual plasma.

Not the trick an ancient mariner performed
by feat of contemplation plunking an ova
on its tail because I'm capable of doing the
same any time anywhere many times over
on a sandy beach or on a handful of salt.

Still, that man who 2010 years ago was
acknowledged to have risen was also born
of blood placenta and the feats he achieved
in his short life-time exceeded the tricks seen
today on an ionized particle plasma screen.