I Meditate On The Mythology Of Being One. Poem by elsaied abdelghani

I filled out my heart with the Seedlings of your meanings
I filled it out with Explosions of creation.
what we have when we love?
Fruits of deity?
sides of the unknown?
Immersed universes with colors?
Tickets to our Buried existence?
Oh, my muse
Oh, the guard of countries without maps
I sculpt myself in language when I Sculpt you!
With unfinished orbits
And without walls prison soul.
I meditate on the antiques of your eyes
every time I feel totally alone,
I meditate on the mixture of our existences
by the power of poetry
I meditate on the mythology of being one.
I fell you always without editing my feeling by the mind
I fell you without knowing which language we create to talk?
Is it the words of the reality of our imaginations?
Reality is a type of imagination but with Physics.