Such a view of an undulating universe, the stars singing to the melody of photons;
Not scared or intimidated to shine in quite beautiful darkness;
It’s never an “anyone for himself” in the outer cosmos,
Rather a connection beyond the definition of gravity;
Would I have wished to be among the constellations;
All embedded in a blend of uninterrupted serenity;
What a privilege to behold the majesty of a misunderstood dimension without a voice for an explanation;
By chance, I would earn a minute conversation with nature itself.
Would I dare to ask “Are these all about you alone”? Should I believe so?
Indeed, faith to believe in nothing or even in something, either way, is a risk to believe in anything;
What an oceanic risk, everyone asserts a belief, now and beyond;
Yet a Being treated with absolute unapologetic disdain seemingly without a logical voice?
Must I defend something or “someone” with an abstract rationale?
Ja, let me choose rhema after logos in the fullness of bio and technikos;
This is the sweet pain of my perception.
MyCuppaTea 