Metamorphosis Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

metamorphosising

relative position in the universe in order to enable cosmic flow

and i urge you to listen

and the out come of
treasure

the river flowing unimpeded



im concentrating my thinking too much on myself

not on others, obviously, and the relationship with others

good

good depends on it, and the outcome of the rivalry a sophisticated result of the theory of evolution

I suppose there could be a superior being to administrate according to pillars mathematical laws the

But we are subject to the feelings empire
The emotional animal

bereft of the divine powers

he loves misty tropical forest

he loves a simplification of our desires, so he can weave a tapestry

and the sum of three is greater in the eyes of the beholder

His eminence

producer of love

for our entertainment

the one who distinguishes between chaos and order

order and disorder

The ethereal creator of the moving clouds over the blue sky

And he is the director off the orchestra

the revelations are signs of his likeness

Is the likeness of god

The foam of the waves, the beauty

in the silver balance

the echo of the music

love or abuse

the whole is a mixture of dependences of two

call it selfishness or unselfishness

affection or non affection

creation and destruction and the requisites for an audience

With the mystery

generation


your cynicism levels are high

lift the veil

you really need to heal the suffering
enjoy the
you really need to help the suffering

auto determination diminishing return to the empire of music

your suffering at the moment because you are not the omnipotent, and

we support we encourage union

you are subject to his will hi vassal if you wsh

and joust part of his game

pose sustained by his love

and hear his call, , ,

and we certainly need to see the purpose

this voice
before he goes to the garden of ice

enjoy nakedness and the revelation of the necessary

intimacy

the unnecessary

his likeness and his strangeness

what we know and what we dont know call it his nakedness,

the devastating beauty



Good over bad equals peace