As I meditate…
I Relinquish my consecration into abyss….
As I tune into my oneself,
I double the image of me.
As I double, & split in two. I multiply by four.
Each four I divide an additional four
And take each four by two.
There is only room for one more….
To which is now become my body, mind & spirit.
Three parts of me, in a group of one.
I break my stride and think of you.
Now I have three parts, in a group of two.
Group one of three parts. Moulds Group two of three parts.
Making a whole of Three parts. Into one Group of three Parts full.
I begin to realise that three times two is six, Divided by three is two.
And you and I are one.
~Empath~
In my books, multiplication, extrapolation and revised division eventually equals procreation.10onthe2 for this one from me
How clever! I've never thought this way when meditating.... I shall have to try it! More clever is to put those thoughts into words. Well Done. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved this one - very clever the way you put it together