Words need not be uttered.
Sound becomes,
that which one's mind discovers.
As such seeks,
simplistic wonder.
Seeks to exist,
as thunder,
as lightning.
Seeks so,
such shall exist absent the ability to be,
frightened.
So such,
shall deem oneself enlightened.
Be you,
this enlightened one?
Be you,
this being that beams,
as if the sun?
Be you,
that which shall teach one,
of one?
For,
if such shall be you,
be you,
truth?
Be you,
truth absent a blemish?
Be you,
truth which no being,
no mere mortal,
exist able to alter?
Be you,
a being forever able to see,
further?
Be you,
that which creates,
tomorrow?
Wonder,
do I,
of such.
Wonder,
when shall one exist in such a way?
When shall one truly be,
such a being?
When shall time,
be seen?
When shall each molecule,
exist as described within the mind?
When shall one's being,
innately exist as,
one of a kind?
When shall the sun,
become that which one's hands grip?
The moon,
that which sits pon one's finger,
and spins?
When shall one's soul,
constantly begin?
Oh,
to exist in such a way.
Oh,
for one to be such a being.
Oh,
how I long for such to be.
Be now,
this second.
Be every truth formed.
Be each moment,
ever deemed as present.
Be all,
and,
fully accept it...
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