3-D beauty of reality's geometric polygons which shine
under soft winter sun seen through transparent leaves,
called an amplituhedron by scientists but known as the
Universe by everyone else; bound by chronology
And space; I must return to out-of-body awareness,
ONE all-inclusive moment which encompasses every-
where forever where the mind can rest in languorous
contemplation of the ubiquitous, omniscient infinity
of eternally vigorous, joyous and loving energy
Through feeling and imagination a special port opens -
exiting this body, returning to the peace of soft being
resting within an eclectic aura of soft rose and ice-blue,
stilling my soul's longing for muted reflections in sweet
prismatic light as seen in recurring ice palaces
Sometimes an entrance is in a book taking the mind into
the protagonist's feelings delicately tinged with loss, yet
rejuvenated by new adventures restoring the past while
creating futures far from reality's steel frame; my heart
often finds rest in the lonely, sombre pleasure
Of grey shades where I float in pastel streams of satin
resonating in chords shimmering in Chladni patterns
replaying textured caramel and cinnamon flavoured
melodies spiced with vanilla and orange liqueur;
the delight is inside, far beyond sensory reality
I need to withdraw from life to get there…
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